Three for Three. Or otherwise known as, MAN: my three year old is doing things and saying things and being things that won't happen in our lives again. This ain't so bad.

My titles thus far have been relatively short. So, it's ok that this one was really long, obtuse and all over the place.

It's Easter y'all.

We had a man down today. My oldest had fever. So, I woke up my husband, told him he was going to church with the two littles. I'm still in my pajamas and haven't showered. I took a two-hour nap. I sewed on a button. Folded a load of laundry. Made a proper brunch: pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Threw away candy my kids just won't eat. I put unfinished homework in my 1st grader's folder--with a sticky note that said,  "Sorry, we'll try better next week."

Days that seem like nothing much happened.

But, folks: something always happens.

There is never a day where nothing happens.

My children are growing right before my eyes. We are done, three is enough. They are all walking the steps to adulthood, and then, there are no more.

I say: It's perfectly acceptable that I have no clue what I'm doing. I go in with a plan and completely wing it.

That's why Jesus came, I think. To show us that THE END is never really the THE END.

We think it is, but it's not.


Yes. This life is incredibly hard. I find myself saying more and more to God: "Really? That's what you're going with?"

My oldest can read, handle himself out and about in the neighborhood and already knows all the dirty words.

My middle can dress himself and pretty much take care of himself.

My little needs to get our of diapers. But, in all other areas--we're good.

My husband. Well, I need to focus on him more. In my defense: there are three little boys who kinda rule the roost.

All is well.


It is.

So, close your eyes. Be quiet and thank someone. There is so much to be thankful for.


On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, “Why do you look for the living among the dead He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: ‘The Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.’ ” Then they remembered his words.

Luke 24: 1-8