Somewhere along the way the oldest two have given each swing a name.
Normal Tormal: It's "normal."
Bluer Moo-er: This swing is an original. M wasn't swayed by the new "fancy" swings we bought to replace the old ones. Her two-year-old self insisted on keeping the blue one. (Moo-er? It rhymes.)
Sticky Bicky Spider Cider: The chains are sticky. The spider part--there was once a web on that swing.
Higher Tire: It's the highest one.
These names--they're too much (but they beg to be remembered). They start on the wooden bars on the sides and climb from swing to swing calling out each name as they go. Each one of them means something.
Their names, too, mean something. It's amazing to me how much the meanings of their names (chosen before we knew anything about them) match their personalities.
During this 31 Day Challenge--in trying to find the beauty in the ordinary moments of our days--I've been thinking how the name of this blog reflects that practice.
I started writing this blog as a place to keep track of our adoption process. And with that to connect with other adoptive families and to keep our own families and friends up to date. Now it's a space for me to creatively journal this season of life.
Smudged. The idea that something that has been created for perfection is slightly marred--not in a way that ruins it, but in a way that adds a touch of real (very human) uniqueness. A one-of-a-kind work of art.
And that's where I am. Knowing that I was created with a unique purpose and that I get to be a part of influencing a very small bit of this life in my very bumbling, messy way. Wanting so much to be mindful of the blessings in the ordinary minutes of a day. And so very thankful for the indescribable beauty of GRACE.
Part of the 31 Day Challenge. (Just one more day!)
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