We've been in a whirl of activities around here, trying to finish projects and spend time outside as much as possible before "wintering" arrives. I can hardly believe Emmeline is eleven now and Levi is eight months old. Our days have been filled to the brim with visits to see Nana who turned 99, a Hobbit Hole Cake, lots of make believe and dress up (I do believe we have George and Martha Washington below, along with Pinocchio and a Bunny), a visit to Font Hill Castle, our first ever Christmas Market and lots and lots of teething. Phoebe attended her first ballet class and Levi got eight teeth. Amidst the sleepless fog that comes with teething we have found time to crunch in the leaves and capture as much light as we possibly can. We've made it through exam week and are attempting to quiet our hearts as Advent approaches. In the whirl of days and nights it's so easy to forget that we need stillness to remember what is true and good and beautiful in a world that is rather upside down. In my exhaustion of motherhood I think of Mary preparing her heart for the Savior. I think of Jesus "who had compassion on them" and healed the sick and gave them food. (Loaves and fish in abundance). I am reminded to find stillness in Him as I mother my little crowd and feed them dinner and help with teeth in the wee hours of the night. Only then can I dance.
