gaurding his flock

Freedom

All I could think today as my five younger kids ran, danced and played with Tennyson, was freedom. How beautiful it is to be so free! To twirl and yell, to laugh and play hide and seek. Sigh. Gorgeous.

an extension of one's self

As a twin, Halle thinks of Hope as merely an extension of herself, one to played with, loved on and hugged whenever she wants to. Hope, however, thinks of herself as a separate being, one to given space and asked to be hugged. This makes for some interesting mornings as of late.



Halle wants to listen to Hope's heart. Hope wants to fold laundry with Mama.
Halle wants a hug from Hope. Hope wants to lay on Tennyson.
Halle wants to sleep with Hope in Hope's bed. Hope wants Halle to sleep in Halle's bed.
Halle wants to hold Hope's hand. Hope wants to help Mama rinse the fruit.
Halle wants to sit in Hope's highchair. Hope wants Halle to sit in Halle's highchair.
Halle wants Hope to sing with her. Hope wants Halle to be quiet.
Halle wants to drive Hope crazy. Hope wants to be left alone.
It's a rough life.




Until she can't find her twin. "Haaaaaaaaaallleeeeee. Halle where are you?!?!?"
"Hopie!!!!" "I LOVE you!" "I love you too."