I'm listening to Ian read a bedtime story to the kids in an: Australian accent, sing song voice, unidentified accent, loud singing... Which is why the kids often ask me to read to them. Getting them to agree to Ian reading involves some promising involving the phrase "normal voice." This promise is always broken. In good fun.
Kellen asked on the way home from our bike ride to the beach, why would God kill the baby bird? I told him, as we looked at the little blue crushed egg on the sidewalk, that it was an accident, that the wind maybe made the egg fall out of its nest. Well, God did it then, he told me, because God controls the wind. So, I decided to be honest and tell him its hard for me to understand all the time, but I promised him that God is good and God loves us and He's there all the time, and maybe when he's older he'll be able to understand (or accept) how with such a good God there are bad things that happen.
A phone call from a new friend and finding out what close neighbours we'll be and I feel excitement about the commonalities and the support.
Snow waiting for us to take him home.