The Hillian Collection

We've had a lot happen in the last few weeks within the Hill household. Jedidiah was born on December 6th at 2:13pm--more on that later. We officially became Gainesville homeowners--more on that later. Sean got a full-time instructor position at FLVS--more on that later.

For now, I'll leave you all with our sweet firstborn singing hymns to us this Christmas morning. Lately, he's taken to grabbing the Trinity Hymnal from its resting spot, bringing it to us and saying "dee" (aka "please"), and sitting with us on the couch as we sing him a hymn--that is, until he decides he's had enough of it. Well, today, we caught him sitting alone with the Trinity Hymnal he had just retrieved, singing as he flipped through it. You'll have to trust me that it really is him singing. He certainly knows how to melt his mama's heart--now, if only he'd start saying "mama."::sigh::

When I walked into the kitchen this morning, grabbing my keys on my way out the door for my dentist appointment (first visit for two and a half years, and they couldn't stop complimenting my good hygiene--alright!), my heart stopped when I saw this mess wishing me good morning.

Then I belly-breathed and realized: our popcorn bowls and coke were enjoyed and prepared by my husband right before bed as we watched Sherlock together before falling asleep, the frying pan was soaking after Sammy got a good, healthy breakfast of scrambled eggs made by his daddy at 6:30 in the morning while I got to sleep in, the baking dish was never cleaned after our return from the church fellowship meal because we had a lovely relaxing afternoon together, and the saucepan is soaking after reheating the homemade lamb stew Sean made me on Saturday night with ingredients from the farmers market he went to without me (again, while I slept in).

So, I suppose, a little mess in the kitchen is nothing to complain about.