Signs of Fall in our Family

Football. Bradley getting some coaching.

Football. Bradley getting some coaching.

Sixteen years old.

Sixteen years old.

I will never ever win an award with my baking or cake decorating. But my kids don’t like to do birthdays with anything but a boxed Duncan Hines chocolate cake with canned frosting.  Our tradition is that we eat it for breakfast. That’s gotten harder as the years have gone on. It’s hard to have cake before we leave for work and school early in the morning.

Eighteen years old.

Eighteen years old.

It’s a busy time. Things are slipping through the cracks.  I lost gifts for the kids, wrapped Bridgette’s gifts in Christmas paper, and

It was all I could find in our house of boxes.

It was all I could find in our house of boxes.

accidentally told her two gifts before she opened them.

But, I managed to work this week, made it to Bradley’s football game and the varsity game, celebrated Bridgette’s birthday between the two games, got meals on the table, and told the kids I loved them at least a couple times a day.

I haven’t gotten a full time job yet.  In particular, one I was praying for, and rightfully so, I didn’t get it. I knew God could produce a miracle if he wanted, and I knew I could do it if I had the opportunity. But I wasn’t qualified, so I am not too disappointed. I’m not discouraged at all.  The sub jobs seem plentiful and I am hopeful.

Here’s to a weekend that I hope will be productive in getting this house in order.  My time is limited as I look at the schedule, but I hope my time will multiply like loaves and fishes.

Joni

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