Friday, May 19, 2006

That a boy!




















As a reward for a great first year of school Luke gets he very own skate board. No more snagging his dad's. This year has been a good one for him, he came home everyday with good remarks. Except for the day he came home with a "red ticket"( which indicates bad behavior) as a joke. I didn't think it was too funny but he is his father's son! His graduation ceremony is Monday. I am preparing myself by watching lots of Oprah and sappy movies in the hope of running out of tears by then ;)


FIELD DAY 2006




Tuesday, May 16, 2006

a thing of beauty and a joy forever.......

An older friend, kind of mentor, once came up to me and randomly said “you are a thing of beauty and a joy forever”. I have never heard that before, at least I have never heard those words in that succession before. It felt great to hear, I mean who wouldn’t want to hear that? It came at a time when I truly needed it too. I was in Africa and questioning my real significance and contribution to my team. The neat thing is my friend didn’t know my thoughts and I was trying hard not to be transparent and reveal my insecurities.

But since then those words have echoed in my ears, I have not forgotten them. I remember when she said those words to me I instantly questioned her in my mind, wondering what I had done to prompt such a wonderful compliment. Not wanting to seem ungrateful or give away that I was even questioning if what she said could be true , I just responded with a “thank you”. Unfortunately, very few things that have been said to me I remember verbatim . And if they do stick usually it is the most hurtful words that linger most. I’m not sure why. Is it easier to remember the bad because the bad is easier to believe or is it the pain that serves as the glue so that it sticks etched in your mind? I’m not sure. But truly if my words are going to be remembered I want them to because they were affirming, uplifting, and they came when they were needed. As a wife, and a mother, and even a friend, I am drowning in this opportunity. I think my friend's words speak more of her than of me. I pray that God will give me the words and the discernment to use them just as He has with my friend.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Happy Mother's Day



Nice day... Phyllis and Les ("Mamaw" and "Bubba", is what the kids call them) came over for lunch. I made Pesto Bowtie Pasta with Chicken (with my home grown basil) and homemade garlic cheese bread with a toss salad.
My mom is in up state New York today so in honor of her I wore the sweater she knitted for me. I miss her so it seemed to me a simple way to keep her close.

For the rest of the day.... probably nothing out of the ordinary, our sunday special. A family bike ride, a nap on the couch with the typical interruptions of quarreling kids, the sneaking of treats hid high up in the cupboard. The mad dash to church only after sweeping through the house to pick up the damage of the day and lastly dropping the kids off at Mamaw's so Tim and I can relive our Youth in a far better way.
So, here is to Mother's on such a sweet day and here's to their families that honor them in endearing ways.