Book Lady

I used to joke and say that if Jason died first that I would get a bunch of cats to keep me company and become the neighborhood "Cat Lady". Now I realize that I am close to becoming the "Book Lady".

I got a Kindle for my last birthday and I love it. I love to browse the free and cheap books, and download classics, memoirs, cookbooks, and short stories. I read whenever I have a spare moment, which is not as often as I would like. But, as a lover of reading, Kindle still has not stopped my love for real, physical books. I have boxes of paperbacks in our garage and basement that have been moved in and out of my classroom and are still waiting to be put on shelves somewhere. We have books on shelves and mantles in nearly every room in our house.

My favorite, though, is the current state of our bedroom. Bedtime routine has always included reading a book with Andrew. Usually, this occurs in the living room or in Andrew's bed before he goes to sleep. But, recently he wants to read in "Mommy's big bed" and will climb into our bed to snuggle and read a few books before we take him back to his room. Because of this new routine, the bedroom has the most diverse collection of books strewn about. On my night stand there is my kindle, currently showing "Bossypants", "Up the Down Staircase" and "What to Expect the First Year". Also, there is my Women's Study Bible, Baby Wise, and Sleep Lady's Sleep Solutions. 

The living room, the boys' rooms, the bathroom: books piled and thrown everyone. I hope and pray that our house will continue to be filled with books and that we will never stop reading together :)

As good as it gets

The kids were driving me crazy yesterday afternoon in the rush to get dinner ready, put one on the potty, carry the other cranky one around, and get the last of my stuff ready for my class that evening. I ran out of the house running late and nervous about my class.

I hit traffic, which thankfully cleared up, and was still early to class at MCC. Then we launched into our Composition topics for the night and the 3 1/2 hours of discussion and practice seemed to fly by (for me at least).

As I drove home across the city I was still high from such a fun teaching experience, and I caught myself thinking, "Wow, this is it." This is it. This is one of those days that you hope for and keeps you going when teaching is so cumbersome and tiresome and frustrating. A day that redeems itself and reminds you how wonderful life is.

I am leaving a job that I love and enjoy and am good at. And I am returning to a house full of crazy boys that I love to pieces. What a wonderful place to be. How cool is this, and how grateful am I. Praise Him.

James 1:17 Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.