a silent historian: Tuesday is for Cowboys, Indians and Cornbread

The Teachers of SCC, and the Lowly Minions.

"TIME FOR DEVO!!!" Dawn yelled on our end of the house. I love our family devotions. It's the best way I could think of to end a day. Everybody has been going to school or work, soccer practice or have {like me} been sitting in The Cave all day working on digital files to send (as Daddy would say) to the "World Wide Web". Devotion ties all the loose ends together and we get to shove all the other things from the day out of our minds. We get to laugh and tell each other bits about our day and whoever is the early bird gets to lay their head on Mama's lap, where she strokes and massages it. Mama gives some of the best head massages. Dawn sits on the couch in soccer clothes, her face still painted from Cowboy and Indian Day at SCC and tells us about the girl on her team who makes strange noises with her mouth and about Bryson, who has curly blond hair and helps her on offense. Anne stretches on the floor, her wet hair piled on her head, stuck through with a pen. Merry's head is in Mama's lap, my head in Milly's. Daddy's undertones make me sleepy at night. So low and rumbly. I love it when he prays for us all by name. Gives me almost a thrill in thinking that God is looking at my life in that moment of prayer, considering, loving and praying for me too.

We were talking about Merry's Fellow tonight. She had crawled onto Daddy's chair with him as is our fashion to do when he's sitting in it. Milly worried,
"He still hasn't made Mayla mad enough to really see her bad side…"
"Yeah," confirmed Dawn, "He hasn't seen anything yet."
"I mean," Milly said, "He's made her a little mad, but not enough."
Daddy said, "He's seen the good side but make her mad and - " and with this he made his cat noise, clawing the air and grabbing Merry's leg."
"Boy, I can't wait 'til my guy sees my bad side," I said. "That's going to be fun, fun, fun."
"Aw," said Dawn, " You don't have to worry about it with Gabe so much. You just leave her alone for a while and wait until she gets in a happy mood, then tell her she's been in a bad mood. Or just scare her when she's in a bad mood and that'll fix it."
{Dawn says this out of times of merciless experience when I have been victim to her scare schemes and have been "scared" as she says, "Into a Good Mood", but the reality is that I laugh so badly I can't help it, even if I'm not happy about it.}
"What about me?" Asked Merry to Dawn. "What'you do about me when I'm in a bad mood?"
"I just stay out of your way." said Dawn.
Daddy chuckled, Dawn dribbled her ball in the living room and Milly told me that elbows have the oddest smell. They all have the same smell, and it's an oddly Elbowish smell. She examined mine. "Well, Mildrow Wilson? What do you say?" She said mine was no exception.

Today was SCC and as it was First Tuesday it meant Pot Luck and Dress Up. Let me tell you, coming home from work to Mama's mashed potatoes, pork loin, green beans, home grown cream corn peas and cornbread was a treat to the soul.