I got tagged AGES ago by my friend Catherine to participate in this meme. I really enjoy doing these – usually. I have been putting this one off because it is intimidating. Catherine is SUCH a deep thinker and her answers were pretty stout. I have thought about it every day (no lie) – it has been a challenge to my heart for sure. So, here goes:

Six Things I Value:
1. Freedom to worship – so often taken for granted, this is.

2. My husband – strengths and weaknesses – I love that man.

3. Kids – quirks, challenges, strengths – they are often a window to my sin and a window to HIS heart.

4. Music – Couldn’t imagine life without tunes!

5. My Godly heritage – it isn’t missed by me that I am one blessed puppy in this regard.

6. Creativity

Six Things I Don’t Support
1. Being no different from the world with the spoken intent to reach the world – don’t believe it’s biblical and can’t see the logic in it.

2. Euthanasia – who are we to decide what one’s quality of life is or what is best for them.

3. Using fat free cheese – one has to draw the line somewhere in regard to “better” eating.

4. Joel Osteen

5. The blanket statement that Christian schools are THE best option for any believer.

6. The Olympics being in London – where the heck are they going to put everything?

Six People I Tag: (and thereby doom to weeks of contemplation and fret – or not)
1. Jawan (cause I always do)
2. Amy (cause you’ll already know your answers)
3. Julie (cause I am curious)
4. Megan (cause you’re a thinker AND funny)
5. Bethany (cause you wouldn’t think I would)
6. Dave (cause it will make you twitch)

Our KB is no exception. It’s hilarious, really. She walks around with them in her hands and then, suddenly, sits down and sticks one foot up in the air as a way of asking for help. It’s KB language for, “I have the shoe. Here is my foot. Put it on.” If the forceful and confident approach does not work, she will give a pleading look and pat her chest (“please”) in sign language earnest.

What’s that nursery rhyme again??

You’ll never guess who showed up on my doorstep on Wednesday at 2:00PM!

I had just gone two rounds with all three children and was about to pour myself a tall glass of egg nog and take a walk around the yard to compose myself. I came around the corner and there, standing in the doorway, was my mother (with her camera in hand). I screamed, threw the door open, and burst into tears; my daddy was standing just out of sight.

This is SO UNLIKE my parents. And they really got me good. I think it is hard to surprise me, but they did it. My sister had already called a couple times that morning – all of a sudden I realized she was trying to find out if they were there yet.

Talk about things to be thankful for.

We had SUCH a great time.

Thanks mom and daddy for making the long trip. Thanks for the food, clothes, Tylenol, and fun. I love you so very dearly. (As does my family.)

Memom went in to get Little up from her nap. Little looked up at her and said, “Memom – you’re back.” That was it. *smile*

Bubba, on the other hand, had a completely different response to his Pop. That little guy LOVES his Pop. He went straight over and fell into a hug with Pop. He was right there with him for quite some time. It was so dear to watch.