Roses and Poses

It's been one of those weeks where the days slip by, full and and varied. The good moments, as well as the bad (and everything in between), all jumbled together.

There was the circus on Sunday, a wonderful treat for Karis and her grandmothers, complete with salty popcorn, sticky cotton candy fingers, and pricey pony rides. Karis responded EXACTLY how we thought she would during the performances, getting up out of her seat to dance and pose for the audience the whole time. Lasting memories.

A trip to Bob's house yielded good conversation, two sugar cookies, and a couple of roses snipped from his front bushes. He loves his roses, calling them by their varietal names "Hello Dolly" and "Chrysler Imperial". I like how he pronounces the latter one, slowly and deliberately.

I wrestled throughout the week with what it means to follow and be loved by Jesus--my judgments, anxieties, imperfections and all. Still wrestling.

Dinner at the Landing proved to be the perfect spot to unwind. A walk along the river, a tasty meal, a slice of peanut butter pie, and a few ballerina "poses" in front of the main street bridge--essentials for a good family night, really.