He had only been working there for about a year and a half but already had scored one of the best jobs available. He was in charge of the babies. It was an easy and fun job for him, checking the new babies and making sure they were just right. Each one came past him and he gave it a final check on the conveyer belt before they were sent down to answer the prayers of those waiting. Today was different…he stopped the belt from moving, halted the other workers and went back in the line about 5 babies down.
There he saw her. A few little freckles, a brain and heart so big it was about to burst and a sense of humor to make all the angels laugh. He said that he had to have that one, there was a special home that little bundle of joy had to go, even if there had been no prayers for it. It didn’t matter! He was her grandpa and if he said this child in heaven was made for her, he was going to make it happen.
But first one little gift…one gift to let his granddaughter know that this one was picked out by him just for her….a sense of stubbornness, anxiety, love and weirdness only matched by him.
When I woke up from that dream 12 years a go I had an urge to take one of my pregnancy tests that were in the back of my cabinet. See the Hubster and I were just married and we weren’t trying but not avoiding, always having the plan that God knew what he was doing (without being Duggers).
This week my baby turned 11. There are some days when I look at pictures of my grandpa and roll my eyes and say Thanks and yet I knew exactly why he sent her to me. I’m grateful that he stopped that conveyer belt that day.
At her first birthday party
* My Grandfather passed away on April 27, 2002 and my world was shattered. After marrying the Hubster I would have a dream one night and wake up and find that it had worked out. I choose to believe it was real. :)
because you must be careful when walking through the bluebonnets even if they are all over your own yard.
*You won’t find pictures of Veronica in the bluebonnets she is developing her photography skills and growing up. the pictures with the girls in them.
That’s the question I asked the hubster as I stuffed the most awesomely delicious boudin ball in my mouth Saturday morning!
I was at a hole in the wall Cajun Kitchen in Lake Charles, LA taking in the culture and I wanted to share it with him so bad!
The home of Boudin Balls!
His answer?? “Because I have a penis” and he was right! It was girls weekend! I traveled across that really really tall bridge to spend some time with some girlfriends and to celebrate spring break 2015!
We ate fantastic things!
We tried our luck at the games!Did you know that you can’t bring a bag of pennies to play the penny slots?? Well I didn’t and I sure got some funny looks when I told people that was my plan.
We took in some local sights.
I took selfies! That rarely happens!
It was a fun time with girls that I work with every day, but have never really hung out with. So we spent the time getting to know each other, talking about work and kids, and just enjoying ourselves. It’s been a long time since I laughed that much for no apparent reason!
I hope all of you are having an awesome spring break! I’m thankful that the sun is out this week, even though we don’t have anything planned!
1. Jillian brought home school pictures this week.
3 years old?
This is my 3 year old? Yep no baby in that face! She looks all grown up and full of attitude!
2. Danielle just turned 7 and we had a wonderful party, I have to remind myself that she’s really a 1st grader even though she’s in 2nd grade. She reads on an advanced 3rd grader level and she just got accepted into GT!! We are so very proud of her!!
3. For 6 years I have been sending home letters to 5th graders about Jr. High schedules, meetings and classes. This week one came home to me!!
Class of 2022
Really class of 2022! Time for your 5th grader to be a 6th grader?? Nope!! Not at all! Can I refuse this? The silver lining is that she has decided (on her own I might add) to sign up for band! I’ve always wanted to be a band mom!
Time and emotions are running crazy around here! It won’t stop raining and we are hours away from spring break! I hope you are all having an awesome week interwebz!
It’s Thursday! That means rush out of school as quickly as I can, pick up all the kids, feed them and get to the church by 5:30. We run the sound board at church and thursday’s we practice.
As a person growing up Catholic where the only obligation I ever had to church was Sunday morning, I have a very unusual relationship with the Methodist Church my family goes to now. We are there 3 days a week because we are so involved so sometimes I walk through those doors and I feel like I’m home and other times I walk through those doors and I think about all the things at home that need my attention, but I return every week because even tough the dishes need washing and the laundry needs folding I love being involved at the church.
So back to today….
Practice has run late because our music man added a new song and lots of members of our band were missing…so when we were done at 7:15 I went to the nursery to pick up the kids. As usual they had done a little craft and with Valentine’s having just passed they colored hearts. Jillian comes through the door saying “Mommy I have to give my heart to Jesus”.
Being the smart little girl that Danielle is she says “How are you going to do that, he’s dead?” Jillian explains that she is going to go up there and give it to Him and then go home. I wasn’t exactly sure what she was planning on doing with her hearts but I took her into the sanctuary when I saw the Praise team was praying and we joined in the circle. She smiled at me the whole time her daddy was praying out loud and kept her little bitty hands next to those hearts. She had a plan and she wasn’t going to let anyone stop her!
The prayers end and everyone turns to leave when Jillian sees the wooden cross on the Alter and makes a bee line for it.
The mom in me kicks in because it’s her bed time and we haven’t even had bathes and tomorrow’s picture day and we still have to drive home and …. and …. and…
Jillian stops me, stomps her foot in that red headed three year old way and says “Mommy I’m not leaving until I give my heart to Jesus!” In that moment dishes, laundry, bed times don’t matter any more. I realize that this girl is serious and I need to not let this moment pass. So I ask her if it would be ok for her to put her hearts up there by the cross I take a picture and then she gives them away. I’m thinking our Pastor and Children’s Minister would love them. She agrees!
As she smiling the proudest smile, I’m crying the happiest tears. I’m thankful for the reminder from a little girl about what is most important.
Jillian gave her heart to Jesus tonight!