My Kids

This morning as I was pushing the stroller down the sidewalk and watching my three girls run in the morning sunshine and stomp the Autumn leaves I was overcome with mom emotions for them and the smile on my face could not budge. You see, when you have three daughters you have your fair share of arguments, especially because they share clothes and toys. But this morning, it was pure sister love going on. They would run and chase, stop to let Addison catch them (who by the way ran, and ran, and never gave up), give her a big hug and then run on. Then as we got to the school, the older girls took off to their class, this is what my Gus-Gus said.
“Loves you sisters, see yous at ours house after school!” Then blew them a kiss. I could not possibly make all that mush up. I was just witness to it. So anyway, on the way home as I watched Addison run, call her own red light green light game and turn and smile at me, it occurred to me that my kids are all very different things to me. So, since they put me in a mushy-gushy mood I’m going to just embrace it and tell you my conclusions.

Isabella
She is my ocean. Un-rivaled beauty. Calm but with a side of stormy that you don’t want to be out in. Fascinates me.

Layla
She is a funky beat. It makes you smile. You can’t help but get caught up and swept away, tapping your toes to it. Brings you out of the darkness. Unexpected. Catches you unaware. Always want to play it again.

Addison
She is sunshine. Life giving. Turn your face into it to warm you. Endlessly Shines. Will burn you if you’re not careful. You know when its been cloudy a long time and then the sun surprises you the next day? That’s what she is for me. Has been since the day she was born safely.

Donovan
He is a toy ball. Didn’t know I wanted one. Bouncy. Always fun. Works better in my hand than others’. Never want to share or lose it.

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“Broken”

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting though i still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you’ve already figured out

I’m falling apart, I’m barely breathing
With a broken heart that’s still beating
In the pain, there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I’m holdin’ on, I’m holdin’ on, I’m holdin’ on
I’m barely holdin’ on to you

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I’m an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose, they’re still looking for life

I’m falling apart, I’m barely breathing
with a broken heart that’s still beating
In the pain (in the pain), is there healing
In your name (in your name) I find meaning
So I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’), I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’), I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’)
I’m barely holdin’ on to you

I’m hangin’ on another day
Just to see what you throw my way
And I’m hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be OK

The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now, haven’t forgotten my way home

I’m falling apart, I’m barely breathing
with a broken heart that’s still beating
In the pain(In the pain) there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’), I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’), I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’),
I’m barely holdin’ on to you

Lifehouse

Before I forget I need to tell this little story from this evening. After dinner we all rode our bikes to the ice cream shop. On the way home I was behind Layla and at one point said to her as she was peddling very slowly, “Pedal faster bobarooney.” Why that particular goofy name came out I’m not sure, but this was my Layla’s response. “Hey! I’m not Bobarooney! I’m not even Bob.” And this is why I could never be without my Layla. She is 5 years old and at a very young age developed a sense of humor. She can be sarcastic, she can say silly things on purpose and by accident to make us laugh, she tries to trick us (in a funny way, not naughty), she is my “Miss Personality”. Here is another example from a few weeks ago when we were on another bike ride, at a park where the trail was 6 miles total. Which is a lot for my girls.

Alex about 3/4 of the way through pulls up by Layla and asks her how she’s doing.
Layla: “Well God is ok, but Jesus IS DONE!!”
Alex: “What are you talking about you goof?”
Layla: “Daddy, those are my leg’s names, this one is God and this one is Jesus, and it is DONE!” (said like she couldn’t believe he even needed to ask for clarification)

Yep, that’s my Layla.

Football Boy

Well it was bound to happen. I always thought having a son would be so fun. Having him be able to share in the love of sports with his father… Tomorrow Donovan will be attending his very first NFL football game. He will be properly decked out in his Cleveland gear and new hat so as to make his daddy proud. As hard as Alex has tried his girly daughters just don’t love football like he does. So maybe by starting Donovan young, he will be able to be the partner his daddy needs.