Well, i’ve jumped in and finally started a blog. I’ve been wanting to do this since i saw the movie Julie and Julia. No, i’m not aspiring to be a great cook and i will NOT attempt to cook through a cook book but i do want to blog.
I welcome comments and suggestions to whatever i blog about. Please be nice, though…. i’m quite sensitive 🙂
Today is my daughter’s 23rd birthday. How in the world can i have a daughter that old? I think back to the day that she was born. She was late arriving…… which is pretty funny to think about now because she’s always late wherever she goes…… she polychronic, let’s just say. It was a freezing cold day when she was born. It was a Sunday and my parents knew i had gone in to have her. It was just before the Sunday service was to start and my dad, who was the preacher, called the hospital to see if there was any news to report at church. He talked to my husband and was told she had been born at 10:42am. The story goes on that my dad walked into church, walked over to my mom who was playing the organ whispered the good news in her ear and then announced to the congregation about the arrival of his first grandchild. Because this was my home church, a shout of celebration went up and everyone cheered.
I tell her that story ever year…… to embarrass her and to remind her how special she is to so many people. I believe God gave me kids to keep me young, honest and to show us a bit about how much He loves us…. thanks, God. i won’t forget……