Rabbit Flynn Gets a Loose Tooth...

There was a little girl named Flynn. She didn't have a single tooth in her head until a few weeks before her first birthday.

It seemed as though her teeth were shy. They didn't like to come & they didn't like to go. When she started Kindergarten & most of her friends had lost several, she hadn't lost any.

She turned six & continued to check for any 'wiggleness' in her teeth. But nothing.

So imagine her Momma's surprise when Flynn came bounding off the bus with her finger on a bottom tooth. "I have a loose tooth!"

And Flynn wiggled that tooth so much that day that her Daddy had to give her a motrin to make the pain dull enough to sleep.

Days have went by & that stubborn tooth has yet to budge. Maybe, just maybe, Flynn will lose a tooth by the time she's seven.

Another Chapter...

Wow, this has been a year (school, not calendar mind you) of firsts...and lasts...and everything in between.

And another chapter that closes is the one entitled, OUR FIRST HOME. On the pages you'll find Jeff's marriage proposal, scrapbook pages full of construction photos, new babies, and the like.

Excitement & busyness now takes the spot of what would be sadness or lumps in our throat.

Things moved rapidly & we have mere weeks to wrap up our lives here & start an unknown voyage of some sort of homelessness.

It's exciting to see what God has in store for us & our abode.

Fur

My boy is a snuggler. He's also a lover not a fighter. And when we've spent the day apart, like we do every single week day, he makes up for it, in affection.

So, after we were reunitied, I held him in my lap. He kissed my hand, told me that he loves me, & we 'nuggled.

He nuzzled into my neck with his sharp little nose & looked up at me,
"Me wish you had fur Momma."