Friday, September 23, 2011
So, How Was Your Day?
So, how was your day? Mine got a bit interesting. My mom and aunt would say entertaining.
It started as any other. I woke up on time. Got in 5 laps on my walk. Then did my usual lose-track-of-time thing putting me in a rush to get ready for my husband to pick up our 3 youngest and me. We were heading to the university bookstore's grand opening. Our girls want to be cheerleaders for Halloween. What better costumes than the ones to cheer on the Wolves?
The balloon guy walked up to Princess as we walked past and offered balloons.
I quickly said, "No thank you. I'm allergic."
He rescinded the balloons and I turned to continue walking. Before I took two steps he handed 2 bunches of balloons to the 5 year old and the 2 year old. The two small children that were following behind the big sister and mom.
"Oops. Didn't realize they were with you." And the dude vanished, almost literally, into the store. In his defense, my look may have said murder or at least severe pain.
The two youngest don't really comprehend the allergy issue. I found out the hard way what reaction I have to latex. I had to wear gloves day after day and watch as my skin up to my elbows dried, cracked, swelled, and bled on top of the dreadful itching I wouldn’t scratch. It took nearly four months to heal when I could finally stay away from the stuff.
Dear hubby caught up and tried to coax the balloons away. You know daddies and little girls... Gorgeous won with the agreement to release them later. Even the Princess ended up with a bunch after all.
I spent the next hour, dodging my lovely children as we shopped for the outfits and some things for my upcoming birthday. Then we walked back to the van where we were supposed to release the pet balloons.
We had given the Warrior a little too long to ponder this. "Can we tie them to the outside of the van?"
Hubby and I actually thought that might be a good idea. The kids would tie them and they would blow away as we drove. No problem.
We arrived at our business with the balloons still happily bouncing against the van.
We weren't there an hour when I felt a migraine starting. I didn't have my medicine so I left to go home for it. On my way, I realized I was clawing my arms. Argh! Being inside the bookstore with their balloons, then in our store with them was more than enough to set off a reaction.
I called dear Daddy and told him I would be taking a shower before I returned and to please have the balloons gone. He did. My mother and aunt were laughing out loud as I told them the story. They love my ingenious children.
Well, that was my day. How was yours?
Carousels
We met a homeschool playgroup at a park this week. The park had an angular momentum carousel.
Yea, I didn’t know what that was either. It is like any other kid powered carousel at a park except no one has to push it around. A child steps up, steps in, and is on his way to Dizzyville.
My husband watched as the children would jump on and one would race around it to get it started or the ones on it would use their feet to push it. After a while they moved on to another piece of equipment and he chose to inspect it. Then he called me over.
“This is an angular momentum carousel!”
I stared at him wondering what the excitement was about.
“Watch. You don’t have to push it.”
He stepped up on the side. It remained still. He quickly stepped into the center and it began to spin. He stepped back out to the edge and it stopped. The carousel wanted to spin, it just needed the weight in the center.
I tried it. Up. In. Spin.
At first I thought I had made a serious mistake. I was instantly dizzy and soon forced to close my eyes. As I was praying not to fall, I realized I could shift my weight slightly and affect the speed of the spin. Leaning out affected the speed. The chaotic zipping around was controllable.
Life is like that angular momentum carousel. It wants to spin. Life wants to be lived fully. From the outside it looks so chaotic, dizzying, even scary.
Maybe, you think, maybe standing on the edge is the better choice.
Life gets messy. Relationships get complicated. Loved ones leave. Everything can just seem so hard to handle.
But you can’t stand on the edge. There’s no movement there. No life. No love. No dizzying moments that take your breath away in awe. The butterfly soft feeling of the first time you feel an unborn child move. The first kiss of that special someone. The sun’s flagrant display of color as it nears the horizon.
Step in. Your choices are your shifting weight. Small shifts, big shifts, in between shifts all affect the spin.
Chaos will sometimes seem to overwhelm but remember you can control your choices. Close your eyes. Pray. Shift your weight with deliberate, patient moves. Look for the moments that make it all worthwhile.
Enjoy the carousel.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Regrets
Regret is a truly toxic substance. It can rob you of more than just your time wasted in wondering what might have been. It can rob you of your present. Mistakes are made. We're human. I've looked at my life. There are choices I've made that people would file under MISTAKE in capital letters.
The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that I eloped at age 18. Few people would ever consider that a good choice even if the couple remained married for decades. I personally think I was foolish in running off and getting married. It's one of those things that immature people do without pondering the consequences. But I can't regret it.
I jumped into a second marriage six months after my first husband's death. I'm sure there were several bets on how short the union would be. That was 12+ years ago. I actually had two separate men I had known for years let me know that they had intended to ask me out after giving me time to mourn. I could regret not giving myself more time to be single and date. I don't. I can't.
The problem with regretting decisions is that you wish you could go back and change them. If you change a decision, then you change not only the outcome, you change the domino effect of that choice on the things that follow.
If I hadn't married my first husband, how would I have ever located the comic book store where I met my second husband? Andy and I found the store. We befriended the clerk. It was because of that friendship that several weeks after his death I went to the store. I wanted to let the clerk know about his passing. While there, I met the owner who I later married.
If I hadn't married my second husband when I did then our first born son would have been too late. My grandmother, the only grandparent I had left on this earth, died when he was three months old. Not long after his birth, we had a last family get together. For just a moment as she held him, my grandmother realized who I was and that the child was mine. In that sweet, short minute of respite from the theft of Alzheimer's she knew I was happy. A memory that will forever be etched in my heart.
A time machine that could take me back allowing me to change my past would be a temptation but a waste of gears and bolts. Even if I look at the small mistakes in my life, they still led me here. Here is not perfect but it holds all I love. I'm married to a good husband and father. I am blessed with five handfuls that keep me on my toes. There are adventures in life that I missed because of choices I made. There are adventures I would have missed without those choices.
The Bible says, "A man's heart deviseth his way: but the LORD directeth his steps." Proverbs 16:9 I believe in an all powerful, all knowing, omniscient God. God always knew what mistakes I would make. He knew where they would take me. God knows where I am going next. In retrospect concerning any decision I've ever made, I can see God's hand in it all. The most horrible mistakes I could ever imagine making at any time in life will lead to the place God wants me. I may not want to get there the way He sends me. I may pray for the discernment necessary to never make a misstep. God teaches us not only in the triumphs of our lives, but in the failures. Frankly, we tend to listen better when facing the storm.
Do I have regrets? No. Not if you mean to ask if there was something in my past I would change. I honestly think the cost would be too high. Does that belief keep me from wondering sometimes? No. I do sometimes wonder off in those directions in my mind but then one of the blessings in my home dashes past or needs a mommy kiss to fix a boo-boo. My regrets will simply stay as lessons hopefully learned. My life will continue on and I will pray to joyfully follow the path God places in front of me.
The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that I eloped at age 18. Few people would ever consider that a good choice even if the couple remained married for decades. I personally think I was foolish in running off and getting married. It's one of those things that immature people do without pondering the consequences. But I can't regret it.
I jumped into a second marriage six months after my first husband's death. I'm sure there were several bets on how short the union would be. That was 12+ years ago. I actually had two separate men I had known for years let me know that they had intended to ask me out after giving me time to mourn. I could regret not giving myself more time to be single and date. I don't. I can't.
The problem with regretting decisions is that you wish you could go back and change them. If you change a decision, then you change not only the outcome, you change the domino effect of that choice on the things that follow.
If I hadn't married my first husband, how would I have ever located the comic book store where I met my second husband? Andy and I found the store. We befriended the clerk. It was because of that friendship that several weeks after his death I went to the store. I wanted to let the clerk know about his passing. While there, I met the owner who I later married.
If I hadn't married my second husband when I did then our first born son would have been too late. My grandmother, the only grandparent I had left on this earth, died when he was three months old. Not long after his birth, we had a last family get together. For just a moment as she held him, my grandmother realized who I was and that the child was mine. In that sweet, short minute of respite from the theft of Alzheimer's she knew I was happy. A memory that will forever be etched in my heart.
A time machine that could take me back allowing me to change my past would be a temptation but a waste of gears and bolts. Even if I look at the small mistakes in my life, they still led me here. Here is not perfect but it holds all I love. I'm married to a good husband and father. I am blessed with five handfuls that keep me on my toes. There are adventures in life that I missed because of choices I made. There are adventures I would have missed without those choices.
The Bible says, "A man's heart deviseth his way: but the LORD directeth his steps." Proverbs 16:9 I believe in an all powerful, all knowing, omniscient God. God always knew what mistakes I would make. He knew where they would take me. God knows where I am going next. In retrospect concerning any decision I've ever made, I can see God's hand in it all. The most horrible mistakes I could ever imagine making at any time in life will lead to the place God wants me. I may not want to get there the way He sends me. I may pray for the discernment necessary to never make a misstep. God teaches us not only in the triumphs of our lives, but in the failures. Frankly, we tend to listen better when facing the storm.
Do I have regrets? No. Not if you mean to ask if there was something in my past I would change. I honestly think the cost would be too high. Does that belief keep me from wondering sometimes? No. I do sometimes wonder off in those directions in my mind but then one of the blessings in my home dashes past or needs a mommy kiss to fix a boo-boo. My regrets will simply stay as lessons hopefully learned. My life will continue on and I will pray to joyfully follow the path God places in front of me.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
I Remember
On Sept 10, 2001 my husband and I signed the mortage paperwork for our first home. We were so excited we could barely sleep that night. We were just a month away from the arrival of our second son. We finally, officially had our new house. We'd start moving in the morning.
Instead I got a phone call from my mom that next morning. "Are you up? Have you seen the news?"
There was no joke about still being asleep. The tone was tense. That told me all I needed to know. Sleep was gone for both of us as we raced to the living room.
The first tower had been hit. We flipped to different channels, trying to see if any newscast had any information. Then we saw the second plane. We watched it hit the second tower.
I remember getting annoyed that reporters kept asking where the president was, where the vice president was. I wanted to yell at the tv "We're being attacked, you morons!" Surely I wasn't the only one who'd read enough political fiction and nonfiction to know the job of the secret service was to protect the leaders of our government. Surely I wasn't the only one who'd read Tom Clancy and knew this was an act of war.
I remember thinking "Dear God, help those people!"
I remember being in tears.
I remember the people falling as they chose suicide over burning.
I remember rocking, cradling my stomach as my not yet born son kicked.
I remember the World Trade Center towers falling.
I remember my 19 month old waking. Even he was somber.
I remember the Pentagon. A direct attack on our military leaders to cripple our defense, not just an attack on a base where mostly soldiers would be injured or killed.
I remember the fear of wondering how many more planes had been compromised. How many more targets were in danger?
I remember Flight 93. My first thought was a prayer that it was the passengers that had taken it down. Heroes willing to die to protect others. I was afraid the air force may have had to shoot it down. The guilt a pilot would have felt...I can't imagine.
I remember President Bush promising to find those responsible for the cowardly acts of that morning. I had many disagreements with his policies over his 8 year tenure but that morning he was the leader America needed.
I still pray for the families that had loved ones murdered that morning.
I will never forget that morning.
I remember Sept 11th 2001.
Instead I got a phone call from my mom that next morning. "Are you up? Have you seen the news?"
There was no joke about still being asleep. The tone was tense. That told me all I needed to know. Sleep was gone for both of us as we raced to the living room.
The first tower had been hit. We flipped to different channels, trying to see if any newscast had any information. Then we saw the second plane. We watched it hit the second tower.
I remember getting annoyed that reporters kept asking where the president was, where the vice president was. I wanted to yell at the tv "We're being attacked, you morons!" Surely I wasn't the only one who'd read enough political fiction and nonfiction to know the job of the secret service was to protect the leaders of our government. Surely I wasn't the only one who'd read Tom Clancy and knew this was an act of war.
I remember thinking "Dear God, help those people!"
I remember being in tears.
I remember the people falling as they chose suicide over burning.
I remember rocking, cradling my stomach as my not yet born son kicked.
I remember the World Trade Center towers falling.
I remember my 19 month old waking. Even he was somber.
I remember the Pentagon. A direct attack on our military leaders to cripple our defense, not just an attack on a base where mostly soldiers would be injured or killed.
I remember the fear of wondering how many more planes had been compromised. How many more targets were in danger?
I remember Flight 93. My first thought was a prayer that it was the passengers that had taken it down. Heroes willing to die to protect others. I was afraid the air force may have had to shoot it down. The guilt a pilot would have felt...I can't imagine.
I remember President Bush promising to find those responsible for the cowardly acts of that morning. I had many disagreements with his policies over his 8 year tenure but that morning he was the leader America needed.
I still pray for the families that had loved ones murdered that morning.
I will never forget that morning.
I remember Sept 11th 2001.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Silver and Gold
I've been thinking about the word love a lot lately. I happened to get a fun email about how kids defined love. Here it is if you would like to read it.
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-old's, 'What does love mean?' The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:
'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.' Terri - age 4
'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.' Danny - age 7
'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss' Emily - age 8
'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.' Bobby - age 7
'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,' Nikka - age 6
'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.' Noelle - age 7
'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.' Tommy - age 6
'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.' Cindy - age 8
'My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.' Clare - age 6
'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.' Elaine-age 5
'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.' Chris - age 7
'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.' Mary Ann - age 4
'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.' Lauren - age 4
'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.' (what an image) Karen - age 7
'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.' Mark - age 6
'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.' Jessica - age 8
And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,
'Nothing, I just helped him cry'
I really like the last one about the boy. I've seen it several times over the years and each time it reminds me that sometimes love is just the quiet knowing that you are not alone. Like the pastor said recently, some people come to God as a last resort when He should have been the first option. God is always there. Quietly waiting for us to remember that the loneliness we feel is false. Patiently waiting for us to hand over our problems. Prodding us to turn to Him in all things. Too many times we take that love for granted. Our triumphs somehow become all our own and we forget to praise Him. But our sorrows bring us down and we turn back with confession on our lips.
Laura's Story has a song called Blessings. It's about praying for help, removal of burdens, healing. It talks about how we scream and cry if we don't get the answer we want. The song points out that all prayers are answered to God's glory. "A thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near." If you are aware that the author's husband died from brain cancer, the song becomes heart rending.
I've had those nights of praying and begging for healing. God didn't heal Andy. He died just shy of his 24th birthday. As I look back, it was through his illness that he and I both turned back to God. We went from stupid teenagers who knew everything to adults who understood that God is the beginning. end, and middle of all things.
I've prayed and begged waiting to know if my newborn son would breathe. He survived and thrives as a hyper little 5 year old.
God is love. We learn love by learning about God. It can be hard to remember that when the love of God means we lose something we want to hold on to. I may want to sometimes forget that lesson because of the pain it can entail but it is true.
If you are a friend, know that I love you. As the saying goes, "Make new friends but keep the old, for one is silver, the other gold." I may not speak to you or see you for years, but I say a prayer when I think of you. I tell God that I hope you are happy. I pray that He comforts you in times of need. I look forward to the day that we meet again in heaven if we never see each other on earth again.
It doesn't matter how many years pass or the pain experienced. Love is a blessing. One that grows the more it is given away. To my silver and gold friends, I love you.
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-old's, 'What does love mean?' The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:
'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.' Terri - age 4
'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.' Danny - age 7
'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss' Emily - age 8
'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.' Bobby - age 7
'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,' Nikka - age 6
'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.' Noelle - age 7
'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.' Tommy - age 6
'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.' Cindy - age 8
'My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.' Clare - age 6
'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.' Elaine-age 5
'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.' Chris - age 7
'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.' Mary Ann - age 4
'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.' Lauren - age 4
'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.' (what an image) Karen - age 7
'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.' Mark - age 6
'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.' Jessica - age 8
And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,
'Nothing, I just helped him cry'
I really like the last one about the boy. I've seen it several times over the years and each time it reminds me that sometimes love is just the quiet knowing that you are not alone. Like the pastor said recently, some people come to God as a last resort when He should have been the first option. God is always there. Quietly waiting for us to remember that the loneliness we feel is false. Patiently waiting for us to hand over our problems. Prodding us to turn to Him in all things. Too many times we take that love for granted. Our triumphs somehow become all our own and we forget to praise Him. But our sorrows bring us down and we turn back with confession on our lips.
Laura's Story has a song called Blessings. It's about praying for help, removal of burdens, healing. It talks about how we scream and cry if we don't get the answer we want. The song points out that all prayers are answered to God's glory. "A thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near." If you are aware that the author's husband died from brain cancer, the song becomes heart rending.
I've had those nights of praying and begging for healing. God didn't heal Andy. He died just shy of his 24th birthday. As I look back, it was through his illness that he and I both turned back to God. We went from stupid teenagers who knew everything to adults who understood that God is the beginning. end, and middle of all things.
I've prayed and begged waiting to know if my newborn son would breathe. He survived and thrives as a hyper little 5 year old.
God is love. We learn love by learning about God. It can be hard to remember that when the love of God means we lose something we want to hold on to. I may want to sometimes forget that lesson because of the pain it can entail but it is true.
If you are a friend, know that I love you. As the saying goes, "Make new friends but keep the old, for one is silver, the other gold." I may not speak to you or see you for years, but I say a prayer when I think of you. I tell God that I hope you are happy. I pray that He comforts you in times of need. I look forward to the day that we meet again in heaven if we never see each other on earth again.
It doesn't matter how many years pass or the pain experienced. Love is a blessing. One that grows the more it is given away. To my silver and gold friends, I love you.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Blessings in Frustration
I'm trying to remember not to get flustered this week. I apparently made that well known mistake of asking God for patience because I am getting ample opportunities to to exercise my patience levels.
We have been blessed with a new home. I'm very excited about it. I call it my "grandma house". I want to be grandma in this house. It's a 1970 home that has been added on to a few times. We've learned quickly that nothing is square or level. There are almost more light switches than lights. I'm grinning as I type this because the funny thing is that we had the same issues with our present house and it was built sometime around 2005-6.
One of the frustrating items is plumbing. The house sat empty for most of the last 2 years. Now there are leaks. They looked minor enough until the plumber tried to fix them.
"This job is becoming slightly more complicated." Not words you wish to hear from the guy under your sink.
My new faucet is getting all new pipes too. Yay?
"I've never seen a stem quite like this." That sentence belongs to the owner of the company.
The hall bathtub faucet might have to be replaced if he can't find the part.
The poor gentleman helping me with the electrical and other handy man stuff had to cut each stud separately. The ceiling varies by nearly half an inch at it's extremes. The attic access is stuffed full of flexible silver ductwork. So full that although he or I should be able to easily navigate the space, we can't. Needless to say that will add trouble to moving light fixtures and air vents.
I am spending so much time at our local home improvement stores that I am thinking about carrying my jammies and toothbrush next trip. The associates recognize me as I walk in and ask questions about items discussed the last trip. By items I don't necessarily mean lumber and new toilets. One fellow and I discussed the LARP that is going to occur in a neighboring town.
The absolute greatest part? I ended up in my doctor's office because of an allergic rash due to the bleach water mix I was using to clean the kitchen. Apparently the gloves I used didn't keep it off my skin.
Those are just the annoyances in our personal life. I don't even think I want to go into the details of what's been going on with shipment at our business this week. Between the supply warehouse misplacing a full box and a very not helpful customer service agent, our new product has been/will be sent in a total of 3 shipments causing it to arrive 3 days late. Two days past sale date. On the only day hubby can't work it because of other work related responsibilities. Argh.
I've been going over my recent devotional time. My quick conversations. My quiet moments. I really don't recall asking for patience. I guess God just thought I needed a review. I would say that I hope I got the message so we can move on but that would be impatient of me.
In all things, praise the Lord. :-)
We have been blessed with a new home. I'm very excited about it. I call it my "grandma house". I want to be grandma in this house. It's a 1970 home that has been added on to a few times. We've learned quickly that nothing is square or level. There are almost more light switches than lights. I'm grinning as I type this because the funny thing is that we had the same issues with our present house and it was built sometime around 2005-6.
One of the frustrating items is plumbing. The house sat empty for most of the last 2 years. Now there are leaks. They looked minor enough until the plumber tried to fix them.
"This job is becoming slightly more complicated." Not words you wish to hear from the guy under your sink.
My new faucet is getting all new pipes too. Yay?
"I've never seen a stem quite like this." That sentence belongs to the owner of the company.
The hall bathtub faucet might have to be replaced if he can't find the part.
The poor gentleman helping me with the electrical and other handy man stuff had to cut each stud separately. The ceiling varies by nearly half an inch at it's extremes. The attic access is stuffed full of flexible silver ductwork. So full that although he or I should be able to easily navigate the space, we can't. Needless to say that will add trouble to moving light fixtures and air vents.
I am spending so much time at our local home improvement stores that I am thinking about carrying my jammies and toothbrush next trip. The associates recognize me as I walk in and ask questions about items discussed the last trip. By items I don't necessarily mean lumber and new toilets. One fellow and I discussed the LARP that is going to occur in a neighboring town.
The absolute greatest part? I ended up in my doctor's office because of an allergic rash due to the bleach water mix I was using to clean the kitchen. Apparently the gloves I used didn't keep it off my skin.
Those are just the annoyances in our personal life. I don't even think I want to go into the details of what's been going on with shipment at our business this week. Between the supply warehouse misplacing a full box and a very not helpful customer service agent, our new product has been/will be sent in a total of 3 shipments causing it to arrive 3 days late. Two days past sale date. On the only day hubby can't work it because of other work related responsibilities. Argh.
I've been going over my recent devotional time. My quick conversations. My quiet moments. I really don't recall asking for patience. I guess God just thought I needed a review. I would say that I hope I got the message so we can move on but that would be impatient of me.
In all things, praise the Lord. :-)
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Circus
We rushed down to my hometown the other Wednesday evening. Nana obtained tickets to the circus for Thursday evening. The last time we went to the circus was before Gorgeous (now 2) was even a thought.
There is nothing like the circus. Where else can really wierd human tricks earn you money? Where else can you race motorcycles around in a metal ball? Where else can you act like a fool and have people laugh with you?
Needless to say the kids had a blast. There was a bit of trepidation on the part of the 4 almost 5 yo. He is not fond of crowds or animals. Even he began cheering on the performers!
I've always loved the circus since the first time my folks carried me. I remember the high wire acts. I remember the pretty girl on the back of the elephant. The lion's roar. I probably still have the big coloring program book. (I can be a pack rat sometimes.) I hope they will retain such fond memories.
There is nothing like the circus. Where else can really wierd human tricks earn you money? Where else can you race motorcycles around in a metal ball? Where else can you act like a fool and have people laugh with you?
Needless to say the kids had a blast. There was a bit of trepidation on the part of the 4 almost 5 yo. He is not fond of crowds or animals. Even he began cheering on the performers!
I've always loved the circus since the first time my folks carried me. I remember the high wire acts. I remember the pretty girl on the back of the elephant. The lion's roar. I probably still have the big coloring program book. (I can be a pack rat sometimes.) I hope they will retain such fond memories.
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