What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Friday, April 17, 2009


I have three children. I have three children who were born with dark skin, black eyes, and heads full of black hair.

I have three children who put me through the trauma of having to assure nurses these were, in fact, my children.

Coincidentally, I have a stinker of a husband who enjoys nothing more than poking fun about the situation with raised eyebrows and feigned concern about the identity of the father. That man is insufferable.

As my babies grow into their skin, so to speak, I begin to see *slight* resemblances to me; they shed their dark wisps for light ones and they have the same wide nose that I always liked to think made me half-black. And of course, they begin at an early age to tower above their peers. That too, comes from me. But other than that, there just ain't a thing! The dark brown eyes my two eldest possess blind observers to the previously stated commonalities and no one can see what I WANT them to see. That my children at least look a LITTLE like me!

Miss Adele' on the other hand, has come quite close. The closest one yet.

Don't believe me? Let me show you...

Not brown eyes. Granted, I don't know WHAT color they are-but they aren't deep chocolate! SO, that should count even if they aren't BLUE, right? I thought so.

Slightly balding. Check.

Non existent eyebrows. Check.

Matching bags under the eyes.

Double chin.

Wide set nose (and eyes for that matter).

Naturally curled eyelashes.

Chubby cheeks.

And the MOST obvious resemblance? The quintessential, impossible-to-argue commonality?

We both spend most of our time sporting the very same, identical blank stare.

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