About the Sabbath...

Today while I was feeding the girls breakfast at the bar, Maddie said, "Sunday's are boring. We never do anything fun."

Trying to be a good dad I sad, "We have fun, just a different kind of fun."

And she said,"yeah, like God fun."

It totally made me laugh. Yeah, I guess on Sundays we have God fun.

My Little Girls’ Purse

I love being a father to girls, and I love the sweet innocence of my two lovely daughters. As a father, often I will end up carrying their little purse. And many times they will show me the sweet inner working of their purse. When they do, I marvel at the sweet simplicity of my girls, the innocence of their childhood. I wish I could press pause, that I could freeze these moments in time. That their little girl purses would never change. That they would always be full of innocent things. That they would never have lipstick, pictures of boys, cell phones, car keys, and credit card. But it isn't possible. So I decided to write a simple poem, which I rarely attempt (and even more rarely succeed in). It is from my heart, and it's my acknowledgement that someday they will grow up. But today they are mine, and this poem is also a reminder to me to treasure each day, each moment.

My Little Girls' Purse

Someday a ladies purse,
You’ll carry, you see.
That’ll prove that you’ve made it,
That’ll show you’re so free.

But today you’re a girl.
My daughter, so fair.
And when I look in your purse.
I see girl things in there.

A white blankie to hold,
While you fall fast asleep.
A little girl doll,
To play with and keep.

There’s a little fake phone,
For the call that’s not there.
And Scriptures to read,
Of His sweet gentle care.

I see erasers and pencils,
To write and to draw.
And a little stuffed animal,
With soft padded paws.

There are coinies, and gum sticks,
And stickers and lace.
There are buttons and candies
Such things in that space!

The colors are bright,
The items so sweet.
Everything’s in there,
So quiet and neat.

When I look at your purse,
I think “Life’s moving fast.
How I wish it weren’t so
How I wish this would last.”

So let’s hurry less, darling,
Time's moving so fast.
Let’s wait, let’s not rush it,
So quickly it’ll pass.

So come here, come sit,
Bring your purse and let’s play.
And forever remember,
The joy of today.

Someday life will be hectic,
It happens to all.
But today little sweetie,
Let’s play with your dolls.