They are the lights of my life, and I don't know what I would do without them. Adam has been exactly what I need, and God knew it when we came together. It hasn't been a smooth road, but we just celebrated five years last Friday. We went to Texas de Brazil in downtown Fort Worth, and ate more than we could stand. Roy and Mary came into town this past weekend, and the girls had a blast with Grandma Mary and Grandfather. They watched the girls on Friday night, so that Adam and I could go out for our anniversary. Saturday, we went to Lowe's Build and Grow, then out to eat at Chili's for lunch. Mik and I had been having some stomach troubles from some old hot cocoa a couple days before, so we were starting to feel a little bit better. We were headed to "The Cowboy Boat," AKA Cowboy's Stadium in Arlington to watch the Trinity Trojans take on the Allen Eagles in a high school football playoff. As Mikayla and I are walking up to buy the tickets, Mikayla bends over and pukes up all of her mandarin oranges and "chicken lips" as she called chicken strips. Needless to say, we turned around and headed home. We made it home and took naps, waking up feeling rejuvenated. SuSu and Daddy Pat came over that night for a fajita feast, and we all enjoyed laughing and playing. Susu brought out the "buzzards" and chased the girls, riling them up just in time for bed.
Sunday, we went to the Gaylord Texan hotel in Grapevine to see the ice sculpture exhibit called "Ice! Shrek the Halls." It was eight rooms of Shrek-themed ice sculptures. The exhibit is an air-conditioned tent chilled to 8 degrees Fahrenheit. They give guests blue parkas to wear inside the exhibit. It was Macey's first time, and she did not crack a smile the entire time we were inside. Mikayla had gone last year, when Grandfather was here, but it was "A Charlie Brown Christmas." After the Ice!, we went to Babe's Chicken for a chicken fried steak and fried chicken dinner.
This week, I've been off school, so I have been at home with the girls all day. Tuesday was probably the most adventurous of all the days. I was cleaning in the living room when Mikayla came in and told me to "Look at your daughter."
I went in to see Macey had eaten - or attempted to eat - a blue marker. Her face was covered in blue, as well as her hands and shirt. She was as happy as a clam, and I don't think she understood when I had to take away the blue marker. I put her in the tub - which she loves - but the blue wouldn't come off. It took several tries with some rubbing alcohol to get it off, and a faint hint of blue could still be detected.
Clean and placed back in the playroom - sans blue marker - I resumed my cleaning in the living room, only to be interrupted again by Mikayla telling me Macey had ripped a book, and that I was "not going to be happy." I went in the playroom to see Macey with a hundred little pieces of my favorite childhood book, "The Story About Ping." Which was
printed in the 1930's, and was already fragile. It was up on a top shelf, and I wasn't sure how she even got ahold of it. She had ripped the book to shreds. I was so upset, Macey got her first real spanking. Two swats on the butt with my hand. She absolutely fell apart and cried, with a face that told me her heart was broken. I picked up all the pieces, and I took them to the dining room table. I sat there, trying to piece the jigsaw puzzle back to some semblance of a book.About 10 minutes into my puzzle, I hear giggles, squeals and squeaks coming from the playroom. With what Macey has already done, I knew this couldn't be good. I walk in to the
playroom, and there she was, sitting on top of Mikayla's toy kitchen. The kitchen is at least four and a half feet tall, and only about a foot wide where she was sitting. At this point, all I could do was smile. I sighed, and Macey was happy as a clam. She thought it was hilarious, and grinned and giggled at herself. It appears that I have two handfuls.
I can only be thankful for my two handfuls, though. Mikayla and Macey have brought joy, peace and love to my life that I never knew was missing. Next to Jesus, I am more thankful for those two little girls than any other gift I have ever received. My wish is for them to always know how much they are loved and cherished.
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