Some time back, the walls in the classrooms on my floor were painted. That means that everything mounted on the walls had to come down, and relevant to this little story is a stuffed hawk. It is positioned to be swooping down and in the process of catching a small mammal in its talons. For the past several months it has been sitting on the top of a shelf collecting dust. Yesterday, I finally remembered to put a workorder in for someone to remount it to the wall. And when the guy arrived today to do so, he asked about a fox display. Somewhere along the way ‘hawk’ changed to ‘fox’. Real-life telephone game.

I saw a guy that looked just like this waking around campus yesterday.

“God’s law makes sense; God’s law is good for us; God’s law is honey on the tongue. However, before we are able to taste the delights of that honey, the grace of God in Christ must be bestowed upon us.”

A woman’s tummy is a wild thing the last few weeks of a pregnancy. Just wild.

Last night, as we got into bed, Megan said “Look.” I looked at her tum, and it was literally pointy. One spot was sticking out far beyond everything else. Her belly sloped down from there. I felt it, and it was hard. And it stayed that way for a long while. Little Fiona must’ve been stretching her legs or something… we joked that she was trying to push her way out… too cramped.

Other times, when we’re belly-watching, we’ll see huge undulations go across her stomach. Like a waterbed or something… only hard.

I can only imagine what it feels like to Megan.

Hey, my bloggerversary came and went without acknowledgement. What a shame.

As of the 14th of this month, I have been blogging for four years. Um.

Yippee.