To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
This is the season Hallie is in right now:
A time for braided hair.
I cut off four inches of my baby's hair. Four inches. It took her almost three years to grow that hair. It won't take that long to grow back, will it? This hair cut was the day after the big braid. I am hoping I don't have to wait three years for it to be long enough for me to braid again.
At the University the school of Animal Science opened up the arena for a day and let the kids come look and pet some animals: lamb, pigs, horse, cow and calf, steers, some mice. Hallie loves getting together with these buddies and learning new things each week.While he is a remarkably handsome young fellow, I was happy that she was not concerned about sitting any closer to him. I was even happier that she didn't have a flower to try and offer him. Phew.
A time for not sitting close to a boy.
Tune in later to see the what seasons Hanna is in right now.