Peace and Quiet--100 Words

Peace and quiet.

Almost two and one-half years ago, the Lord gave my wife and I a “little” surprise—Evan, our son.

Since that time, life hasn’t been the same.

The house is filled with screams and squeals.

Toys normally cover the floors.

We have endured skinned knees, teeth coming in, potty training, and even an eye being superglued shut.

I don’t think we would trade the last 2 ½ years for anything.

But, you might want to check back when he’s 16—when the squealing comes from tires leaving the driveway and the screams are to be left alone.

Blowing Bubbles--100 Words

Blowing bubbles.

Remember back to your childhood. A spring day. Not a cloud in the sky.

Then, someone found a bottle of bubbles.

You know the bottle, right? The container with bubbles and a wand that didn’t work most of the time. More of the liquid ran down your hand than bubbles flew through the air.

Yet, it was fun. Honest, clean fun.

As adults, we don’t blow bubbles very much.

We are too busy.

Too important.

Too serious.

Bubbles are childish. Silly. Beneath us.

Who said?

Today, I’m going to blow a few bubbles. I don’t care who knows!