Some sort of wonderful

With mostly adults now, there’s a lot of opinions at our place.

Hi friends.

Welcome to March where the weather men want to just pack it all in and we can’t blame them.

Panera greeted me with, “Oh hey Mrs. Royalty!” As I left the pick-up window and now I’m wondering if I’m supposed to know their birthday and get them a gift.

I now have no shame bringing my own tea in my own “Mom” yeti so I guess we are getting a bit familiar these days.

Every once in a great while when the kids are just about taking over the place my husband will slip his arm around my waist and we will whisper to each other,

“How’d we get all these kids anyway?!”

We whisper this because we now know that we gross them out when we say such things and it’s not really for them anyway………. so stay out of our business will you kids?

We have quite the eclectic clan.

Some are on the cleaner side.

Most…………. are………………. not.

Some like to cook…………………….

Okay nobody likes to cook around these parts, unless you count buffalo chicken dip, and even then there’s a debate over more or less Ranch and hot sauce,

but some will make a lovely dessert once in a while.

Some must have undershirts from Target and some just lay claim on whatever they find in the clean clothes.

Some like bold colors hearkening to the 80’s with bright yellow puffers and neon “kicks” and some like three different shades of brown with the occasional off-white.

And some have no opinion whatsoever.

Their personalities are just as varied.

Some keep it in until you could almost see the steam coming out of their ears.

Some just throw it all out there for you to sort through,

Some make you pull it out one conversation at a time with a dozen questions

And some hate questions completely.

Some are “high church” music, some are old musicals and some are 70’s gospel quartets.

Some of us are morning people but don’t want to discuss Iran until about noon.

Some hit the ground running to the gym wearing their arms out before breakfast is even digested.

Some are night owls who leave a popcorn trail lest they become abducted in the wee hours of the morning and you need to find them.

Some sing AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS all hours of the day.

Preferably the SAME PHRASE over and over.

And some just sing in the shower.

Some dream of living out of the back of a truck transformed into a trailer with diagrams and rulers, measuring themselves head to toe on the kitchen floor,

Some imagine a high-rise with too many labradoodles one person should live with

And some want to construct a hidden library in their room.

Some would team up and leave for the jungle tomorrow with a handful of trail mix that would last them a week and some faint if pretzels and water aren’t directly on their person.

Some were mismatching their socks before it was even a “thing” and some actually iron their Sunday best.

Some can literally give MacGyver a run for his money asking for a lock picking kit for Christmas.

That should have bothered me a bit?

They can make anything you need out of paper, a roll of cardboard and some rubber bands,

And some just ask their siblings to do whatever it is they need done for them.

Some order themselves a traveling roll-up magnetic chess set and some reset the password three times before remembering they need to order replacement toothbrush tops.

Some are givers we have to caution to not give their last dollar and some we have to squeeze a bit to remember a birthday gift.

Some are huggers and wrestlers and “throw their sibling on the couch-ers” while some run laughing hysterically when you accidentally touch their ankles.

Some don’t need hugs but we hug them anyway because we know they need them more than they know.

Some will sit and talk about what they’re discovering in Romans and some will text you telling you via the phone how the Lord is working in their lives.

Some make us hold our breath until they finish the offeratory and we can all breathe again, and some could play their instrument all day.

Some appreciate art and the depth of a poem rolling it over and over in their mind,

And some can see right into a person’s heart and connect with them.

Some are bold in their witness and some are timid and take time to warm up.

Some drive us up a wall and down again,

And every single one of them is wonderfully made.

They are my clan and I love them to pieces.