Saturday morning. For some reason, despite 12 solid hours of sleep, these guys were wiped out. They eased into their day on the living room couch.
Finally they worked up enough energy to sit up. Whit watched Grace playing on her DSI. He was enraptured. She was sufficiently softened up by [...]
Category Archives: Grace
A sibling weekend
We won’t come back here
Grace and I were alone last weekend. It was lovely. We went out for dinner (both nights!). We walked down the street on Saturday to a neighborhood restaurant holding hands. We read our books for hours, sitting in bed next to each other. We finished Harry Potter 2 and watched [...]
Les artistes
The other night, while I was writing my reflections on Devotion, Grace wandered into my office. She asked for a pen and some paper and sat down on the floor by my chair. I didn’t know what she was doing until she asked me the name of a flower that was blue (I [...]
Light and shadow: a triptych
When I ran yesterday I was struck by the vivid difference between the side of the street in the sun and that in the shadow. In the darkness of the shadow, the sidewalks were still covered in a crust of ice with powdery snow on top (ideal ankle-breaking conditions), while the other side of [...]
Grace: success and sadness
Grace’s school report arrived yesterday. I was not aware that they were coming out, and as usual the detail and granularity of the teachers’ comments and insight impressed me. Grace is having a great year. Forget her very good marks – what I was proudest of was the number of times different [...]
A Letter to Gracie
I’m over at Making the Moments Count Today. Please go read the letter I wrote to Grace, and then poke around and read some more of Amber’s beautiful, honest, lyrical words. I love her writing and her frank and poetic portrayal of life with two tiny children.
Thank you, Amber, for hosting me!
This day matters for them
…I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream….
…one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and [...]
An ordinary Saturday
Today dawned bright and cold. Matt is in Asia, so it is just Grace, Whit, and me this weekend. Grace woke me up and then returned to her room to read (okay, fine, play with her new dsi) so I could wake up slowly. Whit slept until 8:30 (possibly a record). [...]
January 2009
Lots of outside skating because the weather is cold. Lots of pink cheeks and runny noises clomping into the clubhouse on their skates in search of chocolate chip cookies.
Whit is the star of the week and I am irrationally proud that I was able to download the LEGO font and use it for his name [...]

