This particular Saturday in March included:
-rising before the kids to read Luke 13-22
-a lettuce sandwich for Bright's breakfast, just like Uncle Wiggily Longears eats in the storybooks
-a phone call from my dad to make sure we weren't affected by the seismic activity
-me looking at the news after my dad's call, staring in crushed awe at the devastation in neighboring Japan
-me coddling a sick 5-year-old, both of us wishing he had not eaten the lettuce sandwich
-me coddling my sick self, wondering how it is that we ALWAYS get sick when daddy is out of town
-playing with play-doh while listening to Hillsong
-dragging out every matchbox car we own until the living room looked like a scrap yard
-picking at our Kraft macaroni and cheese lunch (we bring the sauce packets from America in bulk)
-consenting to head outdoors before naps in hopes that some fresh air and sunshine would do our bodies good
-praying together under a tree for Japan and the old woman who was screaming at and shaming her young grandson for all the courtyard to see
-thinking about Jubilee and pulling up her pictures for the umpteen millionth time
-washing the pig hairs from the pork loin I bought yesterday and packaging it up for the freezer
-cleaning our two fish bowls (I'm sure Nemo and Goldie would thank me if they could talk)
-teaching Bright how to sort words alphabetically, how to properly write a lowercase k, why flamingos sing to their young while still in the egg, and which numbers are odd verses even (our school week runs Tuesday through Saturday)
-taking all three kids to dinner by myself, wondering if it would have been easier to make a mess in my kitchen
-stopping on the corner to buy a head of purple cabbage for the science experiment we forgot to perform during school
-discovering that acidic substances will turn the purple cabbage water pink. Fascinating!
