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can i just say how much i love jj heller. 
if i could ever write like her,
have a husband that supports me in my music by helping me on stage and off,
and an adorable baby girl like her,
i'd be very happy.

and, i mean,
i'm already very happy and satisfied in life, but man;
she is amazing...
her music is Jesus's gift to me for every rainy and sunny day and all the days
in between.

she's also a very crafty lady and her blog is such a source of encouragement, laughter, and inspiration!

for further proof that she is delightful,
she's giving away her Christmas ep for free. 
you'd be an idiot not to go and get it!
you'd also be an idiot to only get that cd. 
may i kindly suggest you do yourself the biggest favor ever and purchase another (or 2! or 3!). 

she's just too wonderful.

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this is all little bits i stole from my journal last night...

i'm a little sleepy today and not able to formulate something fresh.

so enjoy some leftovers *smiles*

11-3-09
overheard (and seen) on the playground today. Rubin and Calvin standing next to each other. shoulder to shoulder. Rubin is holding a massive piece of metal we’ve affectionately called “the gun.”       Rubin: “you ready? Calvin, you ready with your gun”
Calvin (lifts up his arm, holds up his finger and thumb and yells “bang bang” real loud) they run off together chasing all the lions we have in the fence.
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today the boys thought it would be nice if they put me to sleep.
i don’t know why i’ve never played like this with them before.
we play “pretend” anything and everything so often
its strange that i only now “pretended” to sleep for them.

Perfect sat on the long bench and said: “bekah, come, you sleep.”
so i gently let my head fall to his lap and closed my eyes so
i could be sleeping.
he instantly started humming to me,
patting my head with one hand,
and the other hand rubbed up and down my stomach lightly.

i don’t know why i am surprised, but i think they will always be surprising me.

he was doing everything i do.
every hand moment, every light whisper, every pat of assurance
was given to me as i had given it to him.

and though it was my little 4 year old crazed student
the love was genuine and i felt so comforted and safe.
if i was tired and not the teacher, i would have been sleeping in a few moments!

its now become the favorite thing ever for me to fall asleep on them! they just LOVE it. they all want to take a turn having me sleep on them, it kills me....
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i love them. i love them each so much it blows my silly american mind. everything they do delights me, even when i'm furious and exhausted and wonder if they will ever understand the difference between black and blue, i love them.