Thursday, June 14, 2018

Birthday Fairies

Birthday Fairies

It was time of day when magic happens.  The moon was beginning to cast her yellow glow in the evening sky and the cicadas sang the last notes of their sweet songs for the night.  The stars were beginning to wink in the navy skies.  

Avery perched on the rocking chair near her window, and gazed intently between the branches of the mighty oak tree growing in her front yard.  She hoped to see tiny lights peeking through the leaves.  Where were they?  Had they forgotten it's August?  

"Avery Grace?" Momma sang from the kitchen.  "Have you brushed your teeth?  It's time for bed honey. Daddy's on his way to read your bedtime story, so hurry and get your pj's on and get those teeth brushed!" 

Avery climbed down from the big old chair and hurried to the bathroom.  She loved Daddy’s bedtime stories.  He would tell her great tales about kings, castles, and princesses.  She loved to hear his voice go up and down, loud and soft, as he told her tales of  ‘Once Upon a Time‘.  Daddy made the books come alive and Avery imagined herself running through a forest path or up the staircase of a beautiful castle on a hill.  

She brushed her teeth and hurried to her bedroom.   Grabbing Teddy Bunny, she  dove into bed and pulled the covers high over her head.  She giggled in anticipation as she heard her daddy's footsteps.

"Avery Grace?  Where are you?" 

Daddy picked up a pillow in the corner.  

"Nope, she's not under here," he growled in a low pitched, bear-like voice. 

Walking over to the closet, he peeked inside.  

"Nope, not in here, either," Hmm, I can't find my Avery at all."

"Here I am."  Avery yelled as she threw off the covers.  "I’m ready for my story, Daddy!"

As daddy snuggled down beside her, Avery pulled Teddy Bunny close.  

"Tonight, can you tell the story about the birthday fairies, Daddy?   I’ve been looking for them but I think they’ve forgotten!"

"Okay, Avery. I’ll tell you all about the birthday fairies."

"Once upon a time, there was a little girl." 

"And her name was Avery Grace," an excited Avery shouted. " And she had big brown eyes just like me!"

"Yes," said daddy, as he continued his story. 

“Avery's momma and daddy prayed for many years and asked God to send them a little baby.  They both dreamed of a baby girl, what she might look like, and what she might be like.  God heard their prayers and, very soon, a little baby began to grow in mommy's tummy."

"That was me," Avery announced with a huge grin.

"Yes, dear one, that was you." 

Daddy spoke with the sweetest sound in his voice.  

"We started getting a room ready for our new little baby.  We painted her room..."

"Periwinkle blue," Avery added.

"Yes, the softest blue.   We bought a white crib at a little consignment store in town and we found a beautiful blue rocking chair. It fit perfectly in the corner of your room near the window.  We dreamed of how we would rock our baby girl in our arms, reading her books and telling her stories."

" And now the birthday fairies, Daddy?" 

Avery, with her brown eyes flashing, waited anxiously.

"One evening, right before you arrived, Momma was sitting in the old blue rocker watching as I put the finishing touches on the toy box I made for you."  

Daddy turned to look at Avery and smiled as he saw the joy written all over her face.  

"Your momma looked out the window and her eyes flew open wide.  "Shawn, come here," she cried.  

"As we stared out the window into the dark August night, hundreds of tiny lights flew in and out of the branches of the old oak tree."  

"Shawn, can you believe this?  How many fireflies do you see?  It seems like hundreds."

"We both watched for the longest time in awe of what we saw. The tree out front seemed to be alive with the light of the fireflies. I told your mommy I thought the tiny lights were birthday fairies and God sent them to announce the birth of our baby girl." 

Daddy turned and smiled at Avery.

"But, Daddy, I think they’ve forgotten my birthday this year.  My birthday is only five days from now.   I’ve been looking for them since dinner and I haven't seen one." 

Avery whispered with the saddest little voice.  

"Let's go to the window and look, Avery Grace.  It's later and darker outside now.  Sometimes, when there's still a little light from the sun peeking through, it's hard to see them. But when God pushes the sun to the other side of the earth and the skies turn dark, their little lights shine brighter. "

Daddy gathered Avery up in his arms and held her tightly as they both gazed out into the dark night.  

"Look. I see them.  I see the birthday fairies. They didn’t forget my birthday."

They stared for a long time, watching as the birthday fairies danced around the leaves of the tree.  Little lights twinkled on and off, on and off.   

"Daddy, they’re dancing.  They’re blinking on and off and dancing a birthday dance for me."

After a long while, Avery's daddy lifted her into bed and tucked her in tightly.  

She bowed her head and began her prayers. 

"Dear God, thank you for my family.  Thank you for my momma and my daddy.  Thank you for my friends and Teddy Bunny.  Thank you for the birthday fairies in the tree by my window.  Thank you for loving me.  I love you with all my heart.  Amen."

Before your bedtime prayers tonight, look into the dark night sky and you, too, might see birthday fairies dancing in the moonlight!

Butterflies, Melons and Memories

Butterflies, Melons, and Memories

Mother’s day…the day set aside once a year to honor the women that shape our lives.   

I was blessed with a precious momma.  She was a gift in my life for fifty-three years. Even after her passing, bits and pieces of her legacy linger on in our family members.  She had such a presence…such wisdom and love.  How thankful I am to see glimpses of her love in me.  

Recently, I was going through boxes from my parent’s home. Keepsakes they packed away became treasures for me to find after they stepped into glory.   I found every card I’d ever given them, from the cards signed with my awkward childhood scribbles to others with my deepest, heartfelt love and appreciation written as an adult. 

Daddy always made sure Mother’s Day was a big deal.  We hand prepared special meals I’m sure momma choked down with a smile.  We gave her flowers, gifts and cards.  Special cards with just the right words. Words that were “enough.” Words that conveyed love and appreciation for everything momma did to make life so special for us.  

When I became a momma, my hubby and sweet boys did the same to honor me.  Hand prepared meals and the sweetest gifts.  One year, I remember my youngest taking his allowance to a neighborhood garage sale and buying me the most beautiful “diamond” brooch and matching earrings.  I have them proudly displayed to this very day.   They also gave me precious cards.  Sometimes these were handmade also – my oldest having the talent to really blow me away with his artistic ability!  And like my daddy, I have each one neatly tucked away. Treasures for them to find years from now.  

My boys have families of their own now.  The norm has been to gather around our table on Mother’s day and honor us all…our mommas, my boy’s wives, and me.  It is such a gift to have us all together…my best gift!   But life happens and things change.  

Rewind to Mother’s Day 2005.  My sweet momma stepped into glory on February 20, 2005.  Mother’s day 2005 was going to be a hard one.   My youngest son was going through a divorce.  I knew his three year old daughter would be with her mom that day, leaving Chase to spend the day alone.  We would try, though, and make the day special for everyone.

Then I received a call from my oldest son.  They wouldn’t be coming over that day because of a prior commitment with his wife’s family. My youngest planned to play golf and get away for the day. Family time would be too painful for him on this day.

This day was getting harder by the minute. 

I grabbed my keys and headed for the door, still needing to prepare a celebration meal for my mother-in-law.  As I drove down the country road leading out of our neighborhood, my tears flowed like rain.  My heart cried out to God, as I missed my momma so very much.  I wanted to talk with her.  I wanted to hug her sweet neck.  I wanted to look into those precious eyes of hers and feel her arms around me.  I wanted to tell her about my broken heart.   I cried out to God, screaming in the sanctuary of my car -  “please give my momma the biggest hug from me and tell her how very much I love and miss her!”

All of a sudden, I could see butterflies.  Not just two or three.  It seemed like hundreds of beautiful butterflies surrounding my car.   As I drove the winding road, I was wrapped in a blanket of love, enveloped in the middle of the most beautiful sign from heaven . God’s sweet gift was His answer to my prayers.    

My spirit was renewed and my heart lifted. With such a beautiful day outside, I decided to serve our meal outdoors. Fresh flowers decorated the table for my mother-in-law.  It was a glorious day.  Thanks to the sweet gift of butterflies, I was excited about the festivities.

As we gathered hands to pray, Michael thanked God for the mommas at the table, and what they meant in our lives.  He also thanked God for the momma in heaven that we missed so much.   

Memaw really loved being the center of our attention, and deservingly so.  What a precious woman she was!  She loved the one-on-one time with us.  

As I was about to go inside to prepare our desserts, a butterfly flitted around our table.  I laughed and told Michael and Memaw about my incident on the road that morning, and how God answered my prayers.  Then the butterfly landed – ON MY PLATE!  Michael and Memaw couldn’t believe it.  We were silent, afraid to move, not wanting to disturb the butterfly.  Minutes passed and she stayed right there on my plate.  In a few minutes, I put my finger beside her.  Slowly I moved my finger closer and closer until I was touching her.  She gently lifted her body and climbed onto my finger.  Time stopped.  I couldn’t believe what was happening.  I drew her close to my face to see the details of her beautiful wings.  She stayed.  She just stayed.  The three of us sat quietly in awe of the moment.    

I reached down on my plate and lifted a tiny piece of cantaloupe to the butterfly.  I told Michael and Memaw “my momma always did love her some cantaloupe!” and I kid you not ,as sure as the sun rises, that butterfly began to eat that cantaloupe!   I promise!  We all watched in amazement, not saying a word.  Minutes passed and finally, after gracing our day with her magic and having touched my heart in such a big way, she flew away.  We all just looked at one another and then began to laugh…belly laughs.  Thankful laughs.  Grateful laughs.  

That Mother’s Day was a hard one.  It’s been 13 years and the grief still stops me in my tracks sometimes.  You never get over losing the first loves in your life.  

My momma and daddy are safely tucked away in heaven this day,   I am oh so thankful for the heaven that holds them and the God that promises me in His word that we will live forever with Him one day.  I am thankful, too for His loving embrace by the butterflies He sent to me that day in May, 2005.  Each time I see a butterfly dancing around me these days,  I am reminded of the sweetest momma in the whole wide world and the Father in heaven that loves me beyond measure.  

God sends us many signs of His never ending love for us -  to comfort us in our grief and to dance with us in our joy..... in every sunrise, every sunset, every flower that blooms, every butterfly that races to fill up a grieving heart – He’s there.  Just be watchful and ready…His gifts are there for you – just waiting for you to open them!


My cousin sent me a precious picture today of her first grandchild.....little Ava Loretta.  In looking at the picture, memories just burst in my mind.....

When Addison was little bitty, we kept her many times because Chase and Farrah traveled for work.  I remember one time - and when i looked into those little eyes of Ava it makes me remember like it was yesterday - it was our first overnighter…..i think we had Addy for two days matter of fact.  She must have been about 3 months old…..They were giving me all the instructions on what time bottles were, how to fix them etc.  She would sometimes still wake up in the night for a bottle at 2:00 a.m. or so - they said “okay, just pick her up and get her bottle heated as quickly as you can - now don’t look at her, because if you do she will start grinning and cooing and she will wake up and you will be up for a long while…..but if you just quietly get her bottle and give it to her, she will go right back to sleep” - well, sure enough, about 2 A.M.  i hear her stirring - just a little whimper….. i remember as i walked into the kitchen, i tried my hardest not to look down…..but then i peeked…..and sure enough, the sweetest most precious smile came across her face.  Oh my goodness, that smile....i melted right there in the kitchen!  I didn’t talk to her though…..i fixed her bottle and sat down to give it to her - she took it right away and sure enough, those sweet eyes closed, her long eyelashes so dark against her cream-colored skin.  Oh my…..tears rolling down right now because i can remember it like it was yesterday!  And today, that beautiful brown-eyed girl is 15….where in the world did all those years go?

I remember too that next morning - i invited the great grandparents over to love on their first great grandchild.  I have the sweetest picture of my daddy holding her - she's dressed in yellow i momma sitting right next to him as close as can be and she has Addison's foot, holding it up to her mouth to kiss it and she has the biggest grin you have ever seen on her precious face.  Even though dementia had taken so much of my momma away at that time, she sure knew joy and love!  And oh my goodness....that little brown-eyed girl could sure bring it!

Pictures are coming to me now....the picture of Pepaw Corley seeing her for the first time....his grin lighting up his face.  My daddy down in the floor with her, letting her crawl all over him.  I am so thankful for these memories.  Oh how i wish i could go back and be there....just for a minute...reliving those "firsts".  

Thank You Lord for the sweetest "firsts" and for all the sweetness afterwards.  I can remember Avery Grace....and that first time holding her.  Oh and her little eyes....she could grin with those eyes and still can!  I remember being told not to hold her too much....wanting her to get used to her bed and then parents coming in and finding both grandmas sneaking her out of the bed and rocking her in the night...Avery just a cooing!  I remember the first time meeting Haley and Audrey....Haley grabbing my hand at the Lakepointe Fall festival and not letting go (melted then too!).....Audrey running into the house and taking us all by storm.  What a little fire cracker at 13!  And then little Hayden Michael - holding that sweet boy for the first time....those lips....that dimple....those beautiful eyes.  And then Matthew!  Our first great grand.  Meeting that little blue-eyed boy for the first time.....they surprised us on a visit to Frisco - hiding in the kitchen - and Chase couldn't wait to show us.  My son a granddad....oh my goodness, how did the years go by so quickly? 

But i thank You Lord Jesus.....i thank You so much for these little memories that slip into my days.  Thank You for memories....thank You for family.....thank You for this life You have given me Lord.  Love beyond measure.  

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Memorial Day

The Frisco family headed to Cedar Creek Lake with friends to celebrate.  We had a quiet holiday - Friday night, Rockwall Square for music and wine.....Kim and Ron, Sue, Doris and Will - fun night and Shelby was playing.  Sunday, we had Cindy and Steve over for burgers and Rumikub - nice little afternoon we had there.  Then Monday, Shawn and Avery came over.  We had lunch at Pier 101, back to the house for vacation planning and games.  Supper time rolled around and as i asked about heating up left overs, Shawn commented "i just love coming over here" - that made me feel so good.  I still love on them through's always been a huge part of my love language....thanks to my precious momma....and it still is today.  Avery and i made bruschetta for appetizers and then we had left overs for dinner.

I sure do love cooking with and for my family.

We are just so blessed.

Saturday, May 5, 2018

Sticks with names....

Oh my goodness.....what a week it's been!

While Angie and Chase experienced Grand Cayman for the first time....

Papa and I got to experience being parents again for a week =)
At first, that job was very daunting....for this 66 year old, it's really been a while since i've "Parented" - but we were both anxious to settle in and spend some one on one time with Addy and Hayden.
Every time we do this, i come away with an added sense of awe of Angie and Chase....and all that goes into raising these precious kids.
I headed to Frisco on Friday and left papa at the house.  We had roof issues and he needed to be there.      So it was just me and Hayden that Friday night.....Hayden had a baseball game on Saturday afternoon....they got slaughtered.....but it was a beautiful day and Kyle and i enjoyed watching them play.  Not sure Hayden is really into the baseball thing....i think it's so hard for him.  The problem he has with his leg hurting keeps him from really being able to dig in and run - and really get into the game.  I don't think he loves it like his daddy did.  He sure looks cute in that uniform though....SO reminds me of Chase.

After the game, i packed Hayden for overnight and we headed to Rockwall to spend Saturday night with Papa.   We had fun watching movies - Paddington was his first choice and it was the cutest movie.  Then we found another movie - the BFG - aka The Big Friendly Giant.  Mimi found it and decided we would at least start it and see what it was like.  Oh my boy movie.  Lots of crude things in that movie - one of which - the green brew with the bubbles that go down instead of up.  Think about it.  When we drink something with bubbles - the bubbles that go UP - what does it do?  It causes us to burp.  Well, this giant has a green brew and the bubbles go down....and what happens with bubbles that go DOWN?  LOTS of passing gas.....and that little boy.....he had us rewind that part and play it over and over.  We laughed SO hard!  When we got to Frisco, he had to pull up that movie and show Addy that part....and we had to rewind it again....THEN when momma and dada got back from Grand Cayman? I got a call when we got back home - face time - "Hey Mimi, you know what we forgot to show momma and dada?  The DOGS!!!  So as Hayden sat in Chase's lap and they fast forwarded to the "passing gas" part, i got to watch too, via Face time....and it made me giggle to see his dada chuckle at that part - AND then rewind it to see it again.  That little boy is ALL boy and i guess with that reaction from his dada, it just goes to show that there's ALWAYS a little of the "boy" left - even in dadas!
While still in Rockwall, we had lots of walks and collected LOTS of sticks.  This little boy loves sticks.....he has a pile at our house - AND an even bigger pile at his house in Frisco.  He names each stick and can tell you exactly where he got it.  The sticks become weapons and each one has a special property about it that makes it special.  How i loved having time to hear the stories....and the long walks we had in our neighborhood.....each time he would "protect" me while i ran to the supply huts (mailboxes) for more supplies.  I was always the keeper of the new sticks he found along the way too.  And OH we found some good ones!  I sure hope he will always remember fondly the walks and talks!
On to Frisco - excited to get there and get to spend some time with Addy too.  So we bundled up Sammy and we headed to Frisco.  I often wonder what goes through Sammy's mind when we go back to the Frisco house.  He seems to fall right back into life there - just like he never left.

We got all settled in and then the week started.  Getting baths each night, hair washed, books read, TRYING to get him to bed on time - up early, lunches made, breakfast fed, morning hair "tamed", dressed and school ready by 7:20 - Mornings are crazy but we did a pretty good job i think!  Each day we were on time (thankful for Papa's taxi service to school!) On Monday we picked Hayden up and then on to get Addy.  Hayden couldn't wait to see his sissy - he waited on the hill for her...
"I see her Mimi!  Here she comes!"
They have the sweetest relationship.....they fight like crazy but love just as much.  
It's so good to spend time with Addyboo.....that first night i made lasagna, salad and garlic bread....knowing it was one of her favs.  She's so quiet....getting moments to have one one one talks with her is rare, but i so love that time.  She has the SWEETEST heart....and she is always saying "thank you Mimi".  This morning a picture popped up on my FB page.....momma and daddy were at our house and holding Addison....she must of been about 3 months old.  My momma was grinning from ear to ear seeing her - it sure brought back the sweetest memories!  We got to keep Addy often when she was little - as both Farrah and Chase traveled quite a bit.  Oh those times....i look back at those pictures of that time often.....and just grab on to those memories of that precious baby girl.  She's all grown up now!  Quiet, respectful, beautiful, kind, funny - just so blessed by the gift of Addison Lane Corley.
That first Monday night, Addy had Young Life - and they had something called "color wars" - as she walked out the door with papa to take her, i had no idea what "color war" was.....and then she came home hours later....

GREEN from top to bottom!  She had paint from head to toe....and her SHOES.....oh my gosh, her SHOES.  BRAND NEW SHOES!  Covered in green paint!  I thought i would never ever get them clean and i pictured a green Addy headed to school on Tuesday.  Up she went to shower and she came down clean as could be.  I sprayed the shoes - every inch of them - with spray wash and tossed them in the washer.  To my surprise, they came completely clean.  As we talked that night, i noticed a "green"tint on her neck.  Sure enough....paint still there.  It came off with a little scrubbing.  But then as she walked out the door the next morning - down the front steps as papa was taking them to school - i see dark green on her heels......i mentioned it, but she said she scrubbed it hard and it wouldn't come off.  I think it's still there =)
The breakfast casserole was a hit....with Addy AND with Hayden.  I actually had to make two while there.  I cooked most every night - and enjoyed it so much in that brand new kitchen of Angie and Chase's.  Goodness, it's a chef's dream.  (If i could only quit going to the pantry to throw trash away!).  Addy and i played Rummikube - Kyle joined us and beat the socks off of us that last Friday night.  Was so nice though, playing on the patio....beautiful weather - sweet time.  So during our stay, lots of "Henry Danger" and "Kid Danger" - snakes Hayden wanted to keep - even though it was dead....trampoline time and "stick" shows - teaching Mimi the "floss" - 

Coke floats, pizza on Friday night.....bedtime stories (and i can't BELIEVE how well this little boy reads! Even the BIG words!) nighttime prayers, walking Sammy, hearing short clips of Addy's day and then long details of Hayden's day....that little boy has so much to share! - checking on the birds every morning and every night.....secret hiding places....playing "hide and treat".....movies and green bubbles that go down.....artwork that amazes me from a boy who is 7.....praying dogs and our brown eyed girl - just being with her.....laundry and lunches and bedtimes and schoolwork, stories, movies, and time- SWEET TIME - this week was special and i am so thankful for the time spent with these two.  Love them more than life.....
blessed by the gift of them.  Hoping for times like this with Avery, Hay, Aud, Todd and Matthew too. My grandchildren and my great grandchildren are gifts from God.  I am so very thankful for each one!  
BREATHING in......

Monday, April 2, 2018

Easter in Frisco

Easter - this year we went to Frisco - we missed our bunch from KC.....but we gathered together at Chase and Angie's for egg hunts, Texas Hold Em,  the BEST pulled pork tacos and cakes as big as Texas.

I love my family so much. I just wish we were closer - not necessarily in location, but in our hearts.

A mix up the night before had Shawn and Avery sitting at the back of the church during the entire service - me holding seats for them and for Michael - and Michael was at home waiting on Shawn and Avery.  It was a wonderful service, but i don't think i fully connected to it because i was worried about where everyone was.  Crazy miscommunication.  Afterwards, we went to a little cafe in Richardson and had dinner - listened to live music, than back to Shawn and Avery's to learn how to play Texas Hold Em.  Fun night even though it had a crazy beginning.

Then on Easter Sunday, we headed to Frisco about 2 - We had Chase's wonderful pulled pork tacos, cilantro lime rice (Angie has perfected that recipe to a T!) and i took layered dip and another appetizer.  Their new kitchen is just beautiful and a perfect place for entertaining.  I hope my days of hosting aren't over.  This little house will hold us all.  I just know how much the Frisco bunch hates driving here.  It IS such a long way.

The egg hunt was a success....even the big girls participated.

Creed came over to join in the hunt with Hayden.  They are just like brothers.  They love like brothers and they fight like brothers.  Such a good relationship between the two and good for Addy.  She got to have both of her brothers with her for a bit on Easter!  What a love that Addy soft spoken.  She keeps lots inside but she loves her so.

Avery Grace was very quiet.....i sure do worry about that sweet one.  She's SO sensitive and sometimes just so moody.  I pray that her heart will soon know Jesus.....she's going to need Him as the years go by - the school she's in is SO liberal....and her mind is being filled with it all.  Wish she could realize how much Jesus loves her and what He did for her.  Goodness, i love that little girl.  She looks so much like her momma.  Makes me sad because she and Addy just don't seem to be on the same page anymore....but then none of us do.

 We used to talk - Angie and i - not much anymore.  Just found out that they are testing our little Hayden for muscular dystrophy - my heart is hurting SO bad.  Cannot imagine and have been praying SO hard for his leg to get better.  I noticed this visit that the stiffness is so much worse.  My prayer is that it's NOT MD and that they can find a diagnosis for it and get his leg better.  Bless his punkin' heart he's got my heart BIG time....

Oh how i pray for this little one......i pray He will learn to love Jesus with all of his heart....early in his life - and walk the road that Jesus has carved out for him with such love....such boldness.  He's such a precious him so very much.

So glad we got to see Haley again.  Oh my goodness, what a beautiful young woman she has become.  Love this sweet girl.  She's beautiful inside and out.  She gave me the sweetest card with precious words from deep in her heart.  She's such a love.

It was a cold day today.....KC peeps even had snow and ice!  Crazy weather for Easter!  And then we sure got a surprise from our sweet Audrey Marie!  Great grand number two is in the oven!  Gosh, we were surprised! I was thinking last night - she's having her babies at the same age Mimi had the boys!

It was a fun day.....i just wish sometimes we could all take our masks off and really lean into one another - i mean REALLY be open and just LOVE and truly enjoy one another.  But there's so many many inner struggles between personalities.  I wonder if every family is like this - or is it just us?

I am not sure where things changed.....but they did.....and the biggest change is with Chase.  I pray he's happy Lord.  I pray he's filled to the brim with YOUR love and with a security in his family.  I sometimes worry that he's got too much pressure on his job.  I just pray he's okay.....i don't really know him anymore.....but i love him SO very much and i pray Lord Jesus YOUR sweet Spirit filling him to the brim.  I pray for his health....the hurting in his leg....i pray YOUR healing hand on him.  I am so glad Shawn and Chase seem to be getting closer.  I worry about Shawn when we are gone.....being alone.  I pray their relationship continues to grow closer and that they will always have each other.

Don't know why things changed or when - for a year or two, things just aren't right.....but i will just keep praying that our family will heal....that the chips on the shoulders will fall away and that the egg shells i walk on will leave.  My heart breaks.....but God You are the healer of relationships.  You are the one that knits our hearts together.  We've come apart Lord.....i pray Your hands gently stitching our hearts and lives back to what you intended them to be.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

two more little things.....

i just remembered two more little things that i want to remember....

Shawn was home from bible school....they made these little churches out of cardboard and he said it was for his offering - then he asked me what offering was. I tried to explain how we give money to God through the church.....and how that money goes from the church to help others. We have talked many times about God and heaven and Jesus - and after my explanation, he goes back into his room very satisfied with the answer. In just a bit, he comes back in the living room with his little church in his hands.....and he tells me "momma, he dropped it!" - i said "What?" and he tells me again, "He DROPPED it!" I notice that his little church has pennies in it.....and then i realize what he's done. He went into his room, put the pennies into his little cardboard church and he held it up to heaven.....he was giving HIS money to God through his little church....and he let go! Oh to have the faith of a child!

Another time i was picking up glasses at an optical place.....i had three year old Shawn with me and he was cute as cute could be.....and never met a stranger. As we walked in, a lady waiting too struck up a conversation with him.....he just talked away....well, he kept talking....and she began to write in her checkbook and wasn't giving Shawn the attention he was so he got up on the couch beside her....he inched as close to her as he could and he looked up at her and said "just fine.....and how are you?" -