This week, my good friend, Vickie asked me to write a character letter for her. She needed a few letters to let the judge in her upcoming hearing know what a good person and upstanding citizen she is.
Here's the nutshell version: a few weeks ago Vickie was on her way to work, it was a Friday. She was going along, happy and content, looking forward to her day and the upcoming weekend. Suddenly, the car in front of her stopped and she hit it with her car. No one was hurt, but the police were called. While the officer took all the info from the other drive, Vickie waited in her car and drank part of a Mt. Dew (that was all she had to eat or drink at that point). When the officer asked her to step out, she felt dizzy and staggered a bit. The officer asked her if she had been drinking - at 7:30 AM - of course she said no.
Let me interject here, Vickie has never drank, never even as much as tried a cigarette, does not swear (never has). She is the Lay Leader in our church, the Sunday School superintendent, works with the youth, serves on various committees, takes care of her aging parents, goes to the mission fields once a year - the list is endless. She is an awesome person and love God!! That's why when she called to tell me this story - I laughed uncontrollably. I asked her three different times how long it took her to make up this story - she literally had to convince me that it really did happen. I mean - this is Vickie for pete's sake!!
Continue story - Vickie was still a little bit on the unsteady side so the police officer made her take a sobriety test - right there on the side of the street near her office. She did not pass - oh, she did the finger-to-your-nose part o.k. it was the heel-to-toe backwards part that tripped her up (no pun intended).
So, the officer hand-cuffed her and took her to the hospital for a blood test; then on to city jail for booking. Yep, mug shots, fingerprint, the whole ball of wax.
Vickie was mortified. She had to sit in a jail cell for three hours before her parents could bail her out.
So, now she had to appear in court with her attorney to try to straighten this mess out.
We have all had a fun time with it - Vickie has made fun of herself and has really taken the whole thing in stride.
So, when she asked me to write a letter of character for her, I was honored that she would ask me. I gladly wrote her a glowing letter, telling all the wonderful things about her that I could think of. I used lots of lovely words and phrases - I meant them all - but I wanted to be sure that whomever read the letter could know what I know about my friend.
Then, I began to think - what kind of character letter could be written about me? What if I needed a letter of character from God - what could He write about for me?
Would he say that I have been a "good and faithful servant?" Would he say that I am always there for His children? What would He write?
I'm afraid it would be a terribly short letter. So, this experience has made me ponder my character. I need to pay closer attention to the tiny, itsy-bitsy details - you know, the ones that really matter?
If God were to write a character letter for you - what would He write?
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Easter 2008
Our Easter Sunday was a very pleasant one, indeed. We began our day with a wonderful church service about our Savior and what He did for us. Glory!!!! Immediately following the service, we had two baptisms - how great is that???
Then we drove 45 minutes to be with our family (my Mom's side) and to eat a most scrumptious meal prepared by some of the South's finest cooks. One thing we can do and do well in our family is cook (and eat). We love us some delicious ham and sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes,corn pudding, green beans, deviled eggs AND pickled eggs. Then we had banana pudding, lemon cheesecake and (my favorite) Dump Cake, hot out of the oven. O-mi-gosh is it wonderful!!! That's not all we had - just the best part!!
Now, on Daddy's side of the family, we cheated a little bit. You see, Daddy's sisters are not what you might call, uh, cooks. They just didn't take to it like Mom's sisters did. So, we all agreed to meet at this wonderful family style restaurant on Saturday to celebrate Easter together. The restaurant is a local favorite and is run by Mennonites. We sat at this huge table and were served our food as if we were at someones home. Big bowls of corn, beans, carrot souffle, cabbage, gravy, pickled green tomatoes, mashed potatoes, country ham, fried chicken and deep fried catfish. Yum-O!!
As you can tell, the last few days of life around here have been centered around a table full of food. 'Tis true! But, even though we have gathered with loved ones around these wonderful meals, the focus of our celebrations was not lost. We gave much thanks to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for His sacrifice and for His gift of salvation that none of us truly deserve.
So, my prayer for each of you is that you have enjoyed a joyous Easter which includes full bellies and even fuller spirits.
God bless you and let us celebrate Easter every day this year.
Then we drove 45 minutes to be with our family (my Mom's side) and to eat a most scrumptious meal prepared by some of the South's finest cooks. One thing we can do and do well in our family is cook (and eat). We love us some delicious ham and sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes,corn pudding, green beans, deviled eggs AND pickled eggs. Then we had banana pudding, lemon cheesecake and (my favorite) Dump Cake, hot out of the oven. O-mi-gosh is it wonderful!!! That's not all we had - just the best part!!
Now, on Daddy's side of the family, we cheated a little bit. You see, Daddy's sisters are not what you might call, uh, cooks. They just didn't take to it like Mom's sisters did. So, we all agreed to meet at this wonderful family style restaurant on Saturday to celebrate Easter together. The restaurant is a local favorite and is run by Mennonites. We sat at this huge table and were served our food as if we were at someones home. Big bowls of corn, beans, carrot souffle, cabbage, gravy, pickled green tomatoes, mashed potatoes, country ham, fried chicken and deep fried catfish. Yum-O!!
As you can tell, the last few days of life around here have been centered around a table full of food. 'Tis true! But, even though we have gathered with loved ones around these wonderful meals, the focus of our celebrations was not lost. We gave much thanks to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for His sacrifice and for His gift of salvation that none of us truly deserve.
So, my prayer for each of you is that you have enjoyed a joyous Easter which includes full bellies and even fuller spirits.
God bless you and let us celebrate Easter every day this year.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Conversation with a Fourth Grader
This is a conversation I had with one of my fourth graders this week.
In the hallway as the fourth grade was changing classes, Jay, a freckled face, red cheeked boy, walked up to me with a wide grin plastered across his face. I could tell he was bursting to tell me something. This is how it went. . .
Jay: "Hi, Mrs. B. Guess what."
Me: "Jay, I can't begin to guess, why don't you tell me?"
Jay: "Casey said she would go out with me."
Me(taken aback a bit): "She did? Well now, just where are you going?"
Jay(obviously perlexed) "What do you mean?"
Me: "Where will you two be going?"
Jay: "I don't know what you mean, but she said she would go out with me."
Me: "I understand that, but you haven't told me where you will be going."
Jay: "Nowhere."
Me: "Oh, then how will you be going out if you aren't actually going anywhere?"
Jay: "We are just going out."
Me: "Right, but where will you be going?"
Jay: "I told you, we are just going out."
Me: "So, you don't have a special place in mind?"
Jay: "A special place for what?"
Me: "To take Casey out."
Jay: "I'm not going to take her anywhere."
Me: "Then, how is that you will be going out if you aren't going to go somewhere?"
By this time, Jay was obviously confused and somewhat defused.
Jay: "Mrs. B, I don't know what you are talking about, but Casey is going out with me."
Me: "Jay, maybe you should explain that to me. If you aren't actually going to go somewhere, how can you possibly be going out?"
Jay: "We just are."
At this point, it was time to go to class. As he walked away, Jay sadly shook his head. Talking with another boy, he looked back at me and said . . .
Jay(to other boy) "I feel sorry for Mrs. B., she has never gone out with anybody."
Boy: "How do you know?"
Jay: "I was just talking to her and she doesn't even know what 'going out' means."
Boy: "Man, that's really sad."
Jay: "Yeah, I wonder if her husband knows?"
At this point, all I could do is return to my math class.
In the hallway as the fourth grade was changing classes, Jay, a freckled face, red cheeked boy, walked up to me with a wide grin plastered across his face. I could tell he was bursting to tell me something. This is how it went. . .
Jay: "Hi, Mrs. B. Guess what."
Me: "Jay, I can't begin to guess, why don't you tell me?"
Jay: "Casey said she would go out with me."
Me(taken aback a bit): "She did? Well now, just where are you going?"
Jay(obviously perlexed) "What do you mean?"
Me: "Where will you two be going?"
Jay: "I don't know what you mean, but she said she would go out with me."
Me: "I understand that, but you haven't told me where you will be going."
Jay: "Nowhere."
Me: "Oh, then how will you be going out if you aren't actually going anywhere?"
Jay: "We are just going out."
Me: "Right, but where will you be going?"
Jay: "I told you, we are just going out."
Me: "So, you don't have a special place in mind?"
Jay: "A special place for what?"
Me: "To take Casey out."
Jay: "I'm not going to take her anywhere."
Me: "Then, how is that you will be going out if you aren't going to go somewhere?"
By this time, Jay was obviously confused and somewhat defused.
Jay: "Mrs. B, I don't know what you are talking about, but Casey is going out with me."
Me: "Jay, maybe you should explain that to me. If you aren't actually going to go somewhere, how can you possibly be going out?"
Jay: "We just are."
At this point, it was time to go to class. As he walked away, Jay sadly shook his head. Talking with another boy, he looked back at me and said . . .
Jay(to other boy) "I feel sorry for Mrs. B., she has never gone out with anybody."
Boy: "How do you know?"
Jay: "I was just talking to her and she doesn't even know what 'going out' means."
Boy: "Man, that's really sad."
Jay: "Yeah, I wonder if her husband knows?"
At this point, all I could do is return to my math class.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
"Whatever you do for one of the least of these . . ."
I rejoice in the love of my Savior Jesus Christ yet my heart is heavy.
This burden on my heart is for the children I am blessed to work with each day at our school.
Here's the short version . . . our community is by no means a wealthy community. Our school is full of children with many needs. However, there are several children that have absolutely captured my heart and fill my prayers.
There are four children within our school - two are sisters, two are brother and sister and then there is the other boy. Three families living in one run down old house. 13 children in all living together. There is reason to believe the adults are into drugs and possibly prostitution. The kids come to school dirty, often smelling as if they have not had a bath in days. Thier clothes are pitiful and desperately needing to be washed. Several churches and other organizations in the area bought new clothes, shoes and coats for all the children at Christmas and provided groceries along with a special holiday meal. It is rumored that the shoes and coats were sold. There is no proof other than none of the children have been seen wearing any of the new items.
Authorities have been called - repeatedly. Reports have been filed - you name it - it's been done. But, no action has been taken. One of the kids came to school with still bleeding wounds from a bicycle wreck the day before - no one bothered to clean or bandage his wounds. His teacher did it - the next morning.
I desperately want to scoop these children up and bring them home with me. I want to give them a bath, dress them in decent clothes, give them a hearty meal and a clean bed. I want to love on them and let them know that someone really cares. But, I can't do that. So, I love on them as much as the law will allow while I'm in the classroom.
Now, those of you who have worked in the public school system much longer than I might have developed a tolerance for this type of situation. I beg you to let down your guard and let your heart ache for these kids. Love them like Jesus. Lift them up in prayer - intercede on thier behalf. If we, as children of God, do not, then who?
In Matthew 25:40, Jesus says, "I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me."
The law might limit what I can do physically for these children - but it can not limit how much I can pray for them.
Keep them in your prayers. An old song keeps going through my mind - some of you might remember it.
Bless the Beasts and the Children
For in this world
They have no voice
They have no choice.
Maybe they don't have a choice right now - but if they can begin to see the love of Jesus, then they will have choices they have never dreamed of.
Keep them in your prayers, siestas. Together, we can be thier voice.
God bless you.
This burden on my heart is for the children I am blessed to work with each day at our school.
Here's the short version . . . our community is by no means a wealthy community. Our school is full of children with many needs. However, there are several children that have absolutely captured my heart and fill my prayers.
There are four children within our school - two are sisters, two are brother and sister and then there is the other boy. Three families living in one run down old house. 13 children in all living together. There is reason to believe the adults are into drugs and possibly prostitution. The kids come to school dirty, often smelling as if they have not had a bath in days. Thier clothes are pitiful and desperately needing to be washed. Several churches and other organizations in the area bought new clothes, shoes and coats for all the children at Christmas and provided groceries along with a special holiday meal. It is rumored that the shoes and coats were sold. There is no proof other than none of the children have been seen wearing any of the new items.
Authorities have been called - repeatedly. Reports have been filed - you name it - it's been done. But, no action has been taken. One of the kids came to school with still bleeding wounds from a bicycle wreck the day before - no one bothered to clean or bandage his wounds. His teacher did it - the next morning.
I desperately want to scoop these children up and bring them home with me. I want to give them a bath, dress them in decent clothes, give them a hearty meal and a clean bed. I want to love on them and let them know that someone really cares. But, I can't do that. So, I love on them as much as the law will allow while I'm in the classroom.
Now, those of you who have worked in the public school system much longer than I might have developed a tolerance for this type of situation. I beg you to let down your guard and let your heart ache for these kids. Love them like Jesus. Lift them up in prayer - intercede on thier behalf. If we, as children of God, do not, then who?
In Matthew 25:40, Jesus says, "I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me."
The law might limit what I can do physically for these children - but it can not limit how much I can pray for them.
Keep them in your prayers. An old song keeps going through my mind - some of you might remember it.
Bless the Beasts and the Children
For in this world
They have no voice
They have no choice.
Maybe they don't have a choice right now - but if they can begin to see the love of Jesus, then they will have choices they have never dreamed of.
Keep them in your prayers, siestas. Together, we can be thier voice.
God bless you.
Friday, February 15, 2008
A little catching up
I haven't posted anything in such a long time, I don't know if I can get caught up or not.
Yesterday, February 14, 2008, my darling Frank and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary. What a wonderful 10 years it has been. What a blessing he is to me. He is absolutely the best person I know.
In honor of our anniversay and Valentine's Day, Frank sent me the most beautiful basket of roses to school. Now, this may not be such a big deal to many of you wives out there - but for me, it was a wonderful surprise. Frank isn't a flower-sender-kind-of-husband. He is far more practical and would rather buy me something useful. Which is o.k. with me - but it was a beautiful gesture and I absolutely wallowed in it all day long.
Over the last few weeks, we have all had "the crud." I can't really say it was one thing or the other - just cruddy, junk to make us feel awful. We've had the sniffles, the sneezes, the coughs, the headaches, the congestion, the runny noses, the watery eyes, the tummy aches, the nausea, the body aches and of course, all that is accompanied by the grumbles - not all at once, but any combination of the aforementioned on varying days or nights. But, we have all kept on keeping on.
It's not just my little family - the school is full of the same stuff going on with staff as well as students. Just that time of year, I suppose.
That is the "nutshell" version of what has been going on. A whole lot of nothing. I am looking forward to the coming month - I love the Easter Season. I love to read and re-read the story of the crucifixion and ponder the unfathomable love that my Jesus has for me. I will probably sit up late a night or two, or three, to watch The Passion of the Christ and cry until I can not cry anymore. I haven't allowed Jacob to watch that movie yet. I don't think he is old enough to understand besides, he can't read the subtitles well enough just yet. But, in a few years, I hope to sit with him and watch it together. I pray it touches him in the same way it does me and causes his heart to ache for more Jesus. I pray that he will yearn for Jesus and seek Him in everything he will ever do.
But, for now, we'll read together from the Holy Word. I just love the Easter Season. I love the spirit of renewal and rebirth. But, isn't it amazing that God's mercies are fresh every day - we don't have to wait for a season in the year. We can start fresh with God every day.
Oh, my Lord, You are amazing and I love you!
Yesterday, February 14, 2008, my darling Frank and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary. What a wonderful 10 years it has been. What a blessing he is to me. He is absolutely the best person I know.
In honor of our anniversay and Valentine's Day, Frank sent me the most beautiful basket of roses to school. Now, this may not be such a big deal to many of you wives out there - but for me, it was a wonderful surprise. Frank isn't a flower-sender-kind-of-husband. He is far more practical and would rather buy me something useful. Which is o.k. with me - but it was a beautiful gesture and I absolutely wallowed in it all day long.
Over the last few weeks, we have all had "the crud." I can't really say it was one thing or the other - just cruddy, junk to make us feel awful. We've had the sniffles, the sneezes, the coughs, the headaches, the congestion, the runny noses, the watery eyes, the tummy aches, the nausea, the body aches and of course, all that is accompanied by the grumbles - not all at once, but any combination of the aforementioned on varying days or nights. But, we have all kept on keeping on.
It's not just my little family - the school is full of the same stuff going on with staff as well as students. Just that time of year, I suppose.
That is the "nutshell" version of what has been going on. A whole lot of nothing. I am looking forward to the coming month - I love the Easter Season. I love to read and re-read the story of the crucifixion and ponder the unfathomable love that my Jesus has for me. I will probably sit up late a night or two, or three, to watch The Passion of the Christ and cry until I can not cry anymore. I haven't allowed Jacob to watch that movie yet. I don't think he is old enough to understand besides, he can't read the subtitles well enough just yet. But, in a few years, I hope to sit with him and watch it together. I pray it touches him in the same way it does me and causes his heart to ache for more Jesus. I pray that he will yearn for Jesus and seek Him in everything he will ever do.
But, for now, we'll read together from the Holy Word. I just love the Easter Season. I love the spirit of renewal and rebirth. But, isn't it amazing that God's mercies are fresh every day - we don't have to wait for a season in the year. We can start fresh with God every day.
Oh, my Lord, You are amazing and I love you!
Sunday, January 20, 2008
A Sweet Sunday
When we left for church this morning, the temperature was 15 degrees! Needless to say, it was not a day for a cute skirt - it was a pants day!! But, I love cold weather for the simple reason that I love to be warm and snuggly at home with my family and all that God has blessed us with.
We had a great Sunday School class too. Our class is the adult group that doesn't necessarily fit in with the "young adults" nor do we fit in with the "older adults." The sweet little lady who keeps the attendance records handed us our book this morning and we noticed that she had written "Middle Age Group" on the front. Well, we all got a big kick out of that one. My best friend, Lezley is in there and she is only 29 years old. Then, there is Rosie, who is only 27. So, we teased them a little bit - saying that if they are "middle age" then they are only not going to be here on earth very long. Like I said, we were teasing, because in truth, none of us has the promise of the next breath. We all look forward to the moment when our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ returns to take us home - and that could be any moment.
Anyway, me, being me - decided that we need a different title for our ecclectic little group. So, we came up with "The Misfits." We like that title for it's humor value.
Then, during the sermon - our pastor delivered the second part of the sermon he gave last Sunday. This week the title was "What does God do with Dead Batteries?" It was so good. It really made me think about my walk. Am I doing all that I am supposed to be doing in God's Name? Do I witness as I should? Do I support my church family? Do I reach out to the needy? These are just a few of the thoughts I had as I listened.
After the service, we had our montly "Birthday/Anniversary Lunch." On the third Sunday of each month, we have a potluck lunch after church to celebrate that month's birthdays and anniversaries. It's a lot of fun. One good thing is, if it is your birthday or anniversary month, you don't have to cook - just enjoy!! During the lunch, I looked around the room at those people who have been serving in our church for many years. I thought about the sermon and those people that have certainly shown that they are not "dead batteries" for God. First, there is Miss Jean. She is 75 years old and has more energy than I do most of the time. She teaches Sunday School (my Jacob is in her class), she is the leader for the younger youth group (ages 5-11), she cleans the church every week, she attends committee meetings, she takes food to the shut-ins and the sick, the list is endless. But, she never complains - she never stops. Miss Jean is an awesome example. Miss Liz has hearing difficulties but plays the piano every Sunday. She directs the youth choir and all the plays. Miss Dorothy is the treasurer and can tell you how every single penny is spent. She is the most thorough book keeper I have ever known. Wayne can spend an entire day mowing and trimming the grounds. He loves to make everything look beautiful. These are just a few of the wonderful people that I look up to. But, they are "doing!" They are in God's service and they never tire. They don't ask for anything in return nor do they want any recognition. Aren't those examples of what we are supposed to be doing? Aren't we supposed to go out and "do" in God's name? As children of God, we are supposed to do everything in God's name. Isn't that how we show God's love by doing for others with love? I so want to be a light for God. I hope that God's love shines through me in the things I do for Him and His children. I try to always keep God in the middle of everything - my home, my family, my work, my friends - even mundane activities such as grocery shopping, running errands - everything.
My prayer is:
Dear Father, let me be a vessel for You. I pray Your Light will shine through me. Let me go out and do all things in Your name and for Your glory.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen.
We had a great Sunday School class too. Our class is the adult group that doesn't necessarily fit in with the "young adults" nor do we fit in with the "older adults." The sweet little lady who keeps the attendance records handed us our book this morning and we noticed that she had written "Middle Age Group" on the front. Well, we all got a big kick out of that one. My best friend, Lezley is in there and she is only 29 years old. Then, there is Rosie, who is only 27. So, we teased them a little bit - saying that if they are "middle age" then they are only not going to be here on earth very long. Like I said, we were teasing, because in truth, none of us has the promise of the next breath. We all look forward to the moment when our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ returns to take us home - and that could be any moment.
Anyway, me, being me - decided that we need a different title for our ecclectic little group. So, we came up with "The Misfits." We like that title for it's humor value.
Then, during the sermon - our pastor delivered the second part of the sermon he gave last Sunday. This week the title was "What does God do with Dead Batteries?" It was so good. It really made me think about my walk. Am I doing all that I am supposed to be doing in God's Name? Do I witness as I should? Do I support my church family? Do I reach out to the needy? These are just a few of the thoughts I had as I listened.
After the service, we had our montly "Birthday/Anniversary Lunch." On the third Sunday of each month, we have a potluck lunch after church to celebrate that month's birthdays and anniversaries. It's a lot of fun. One good thing is, if it is your birthday or anniversary month, you don't have to cook - just enjoy!! During the lunch, I looked around the room at those people who have been serving in our church for many years. I thought about the sermon and those people that have certainly shown that they are not "dead batteries" for God. First, there is Miss Jean. She is 75 years old and has more energy than I do most of the time. She teaches Sunday School (my Jacob is in her class), she is the leader for the younger youth group (ages 5-11), she cleans the church every week, she attends committee meetings, she takes food to the shut-ins and the sick, the list is endless. But, she never complains - she never stops. Miss Jean is an awesome example. Miss Liz has hearing difficulties but plays the piano every Sunday. She directs the youth choir and all the plays. Miss Dorothy is the treasurer and can tell you how every single penny is spent. She is the most thorough book keeper I have ever known. Wayne can spend an entire day mowing and trimming the grounds. He loves to make everything look beautiful. These are just a few of the wonderful people that I look up to. But, they are "doing!" They are in God's service and they never tire. They don't ask for anything in return nor do they want any recognition. Aren't those examples of what we are supposed to be doing? Aren't we supposed to go out and "do" in God's name? As children of God, we are supposed to do everything in God's name. Isn't that how we show God's love by doing for others with love? I so want to be a light for God. I hope that God's love shines through me in the things I do for Him and His children. I try to always keep God in the middle of everything - my home, my family, my work, my friends - even mundane activities such as grocery shopping, running errands - everything.
My prayer is:
Dear Father, let me be a vessel for You. I pray Your Light will shine through me. Let me go out and do all things in Your name and for Your glory.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Sledding Counts as Aerobic Exercise
We woke up this morning to a beautiful winter wonderland. Everything was white. It was magnificent. I snuggled into my warm bed feeling as if God had covered us in a white blanket while we slept. So cozy.
The schools were closed today, so Jacob and I had the day off. We just enjoyed the morning doing, pretty much, nothing. I just love sitting in my fluffy pink bathrobe drinking coffee on a cold morning. I love to have the moment to be thankful for all that I've been given.
Anyway, around noon, Jacob and I bundled up and headed out into the snow. We have the "perfect" hill for sledding behind our house. So, we climbed the hill about a dozen times and swooshed back down to the bottom. Before today, I knew I am out of shape - but today proved just how out of shape I really am. My treadmill will be my best friend from now on! I was huffing and puffing - my heart was pounding and, well, you get the picture. But, did we have fun!!!
Then, we had a snowball fight and ended our time outside building a cute little snow man in the front yard. He is waving to the traffic going by.
So, we came inside, changed into some dry clothes and headed to the library. What a wonderful day.
I am so blessed. I'm also beginning to get a little sore. But, that's o.k. I wouldn't have it any other way.
The schools were closed today, so Jacob and I had the day off. We just enjoyed the morning doing, pretty much, nothing. I just love sitting in my fluffy pink bathrobe drinking coffee on a cold morning. I love to have the moment to be thankful for all that I've been given.
Anyway, around noon, Jacob and I bundled up and headed out into the snow. We have the "perfect" hill for sledding behind our house. So, we climbed the hill about a dozen times and swooshed back down to the bottom. Before today, I knew I am out of shape - but today proved just how out of shape I really am. My treadmill will be my best friend from now on! I was huffing and puffing - my heart was pounding and, well, you get the picture. But, did we have fun!!!
Then, we had a snowball fight and ended our time outside building a cute little snow man in the front yard. He is waving to the traffic going by.
So, we came inside, changed into some dry clothes and headed to the library. What a wonderful day.
I am so blessed. I'm also beginning to get a little sore. But, that's o.k. I wouldn't have it any other way.
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