The Intentional Life

One-third. Owen is 1/3 of the way to 18. Today he turned 6.  I read on a blog a few years back about a guy whose son turned 6 and it hit him that his son was a third of the way done with his time at home. Granted, there are children who live at home past 18, and Owen may be one of them.  But if he trends like his dad....18 it will be. It sobers me to realize that that time is already past.  I pray that we have used those 6 years to God's benefit and that Owen has been taught with that Truth that he needs whenever he does venture out on his own. But, for this time, he is still under our roof.  And we will continue to enjoy the sweet package that he is. Owen, who more easily talks to adults that kids his own age.  Who is more at ease in a group of 5 teenagers than a circle of Kindergarteners. Owen, who's soft heart causes him to tear up easily.  Those feelings are hurt so easily.  Oh, son, I understand it well. Owen, who often thinks ...

I've never had the chance to enjoy a 2 year old like this before. Whenever I had a 2 year old, I had a newborn. But now, Owen is in Kindergarten, Hannah heads to preschool for a few hours three days a week, and I get this goober all by herself for a few precious hours. Madeline is so snugly, often she brings me her blanket and just wants to cuddle up with me on the couch.  She loves to color...almost TOO much. We have had couches, coffee tables, floors, walls, windows, and people colored on by this little Picasso. I also think Madeline's vocabulary is much farther along than either of her siblings were at this age - attribute that to all the bigger people she has around her all the time. She has the hardest time staying in bed, and we go through this little battle nightly.  We were having her recite her memory verses the other day and one that she said was "Children obey your parents.....Stay in bed!"  Hmmmmm, well we know that she knows what to do, it...