Sunday of Joy

You know what? I'm working on a blog post. The kind where I write. But I'm not feeling it tonight. So I give you pictures instead.

Tonight, J and the children added white lights to the front porch. I went to take pictures. It was already dark out--and for some reason our crazy kids decided that my camera flashing was musket fire. They hightailed it away from me, shrieking. And I gave chase.

Oh, did I chase.

My camera's pretty smart and it was pretty dark, so there was much flashing and not so much shutter opening and closing. But I did capture a few shots, between hiding around corners of houses, sneaking up between cars, and suchlike.

My lungs are still a little sore from the all-out running in the cool night air. In flip flops. In the dark. With a really nice camera around my neck (clearly, these added up to give the kids enough of an advantage that it was a pretty fair game).

Bud "surrendered" the few times I got close--he was the most elusive

J joined in, too. We had a lot of fun.

Held up by my "musket"

Sweet, sweet laughter. Children whose legs are so tired they can "barely move!". A mom who accidentally fell into a game and had the delight of remembering how fun it is to play.




Happy Third Sunday of Advent, everyone!