Is it going to be like it is here?

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It was bedtime, and we were wrapping up our evening with family devotions.

On this night, Truxton was ready with a barrage of questions.

When we see God when we go to live with Him, will he be wearing clothes?

When we live with God, will there be toys there?

What if a monster already got me and you and Mama and Gillian and we are already with God?

Does it take a long time to get to God when we die?

But if someone shoostes us, or kills us with a sword or a speared, then how are we going to get the blood off of us when we are with God?

With God, is it going to be like it is here, and will we still be all together?

Oh, sweet little boy.

In a way I am glad that he can’t imagine a life sweeter than his own, but we also want to instill a surety that it will be so much better than we can imagine.

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May God give us wisdom as we tend these little souls for Him.

Trux plays cars

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Everything Trux does is methodical and precise. He loves straight lines (see the blog header!) and that’s the main way he plays with his toys. His concentration level is hilarious while he is playing.

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This sort of perfection requires much sticking out of the tongue. It’s kind of a family trait.

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Then there’s the hair.

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Mama: I like your hair, Trux.
Truxton: Yeah. I know.

Scenes from our morning

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Everyone was up at 6:30 this morning, and headed outside first thing to build fairy houses.

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Marme had dropped off a birdbath for the garden and (unbeknownst to her) it was scarfed up and used as a swimming pool for the fairy compound that the girls were building.

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Notice the pjs? The kids were up and at it when the schoolbus stopped in our driveway for the neighbor kids. “Why yes, those weird kids are homeschooled! No, I have no idea why they go outside in their PJs at the crack of dawn.”

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Gillian issued helpful, single-syllable tips and suggestions, and waved her fat little pointy finger around in a very authoritative manner. Kinsley and Sophie both agreed that her council was surprisingly useful.

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Truxton, on the other hand, was not so useful. In fact, when he wasn’t in the tree he actually caused quite a bit of devastation to their efforts.

Thanks to my friend Nirasha for reminding me to take pictures more often! 🙂