As promised...only later than expected. Pictures of the wedding.
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Stormy weather

For those of you who may not know,our little family just endured the worst storm I have seen in years. We weathered it under our house. Literally under it. We have a garage, that is under our home, but we have all seen the YouTube videos where the wind just sucks the doors off. so we literally went into the crawl space of our home. My prince was convinced that was the only place for us to be safe, and I do what he says. I was never scared, and never heard the storm, but believe me, we felt the effects. We lost power for a while btw 24 & 36 hrs. And saw the damage. The town just south of us, and by just south, I mean 2 miles is destroyed. One of my favorite restaurants, gone. CRAZY! Many people lost their life, and many have seen theirs forever changed. As, many of you know, I work at my church. Our pastor of visitation lost his home. GONE. Just like that. A gas main busted and we left our neighborhood because the smell was so strong. It was wild. We literally have someone's mortgage papers from Tuscaloosa in our yard. at the same time that I am in awe of a storm that has that kind of power, I am in awe of a God that is with you in the best and the worst. He is working in Gardendale, Al. He is in Tuscaloosa Fultondale, Pleasant Grove, Cullman, and every where those storms blazed a path yesterday. It reminds me of the song "I will praise you in the storm...and I will lift my hands, for you are who you are, no matter who I am..." I praise God that he is who he is, and he is for me, for those who lost businesses, family members, homes, and those just watching on tv. We are blessed to be his children.


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My five year old's mouth is going to get me beat up!

To say Cinderella has the mouth of a 30 year old is an understatement. Anyone that knows her knows that, but two recent cases have me reeling and quite honestly afraid to go into public with my girl. The first was Monday afternoon when we were out for a family walk. An elderly couple rounded the corner to come down our street and my Cinderella literally yells "hey old lady". I, of course laughed, as I always do when I am uncomfortable which is a signal for both of my girls to repeat the greeting at the top of their lungs. I had to compose myself, and call them down. My husband was no help!
Then there was yesterday. I picked up Cinderella from preschool for ballet. We were waiting for the elevator(a special treat for her) when a mom walks by talking to her daughter. The mom happened to say "ain't" which cued Cinderella to say "ain't is not a word". To which I again laughed (I know that is terrible) and then had to tell her it wasn't her place to correct adults. To which she responded "well mom, what was I supposed to do?" how do you answer that one?


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Lily, Flower, Butterfly, Sally, David, and Delphine

Tonight was a good night. It wasn't a busy night. We actually got home at a decent hour, played, ate dinner, bathed, got the kids in bed, and I had time to post this blog. It was wonderful. On nights like this, it is amazing how much more I enjoy my family. We actually sat down to dinner, granted calling it dinner is a stretch...canned biscuits and turkey bacon...but the point is we all sat around the table isn't it? Anyway, my little Cinderella starts naming the characters on her princess placemat. She names them : Lilly Flower, Butterfly, Sally, David, and Delphine. It's silly I know to think that is really neat that she named her placemat, but what I loved the most was that I was there when she did. I am always rushing...from one thing to the next. But tonight it was about them, and I realized that it needs to be about them all the time. It needs to be about the characters they make out of play dough, the dances the perform during dress up, the pretend games during bubble baths... and more than that, I need to be there! In mind, not just in body. Today I watched a video of kids saying what they loved about their mom. It made me think about what I wanted my kids to say about me, so I will close with that thought. I hope if asked what my children love about me, they will say
1. She loves Jesus
2. She loves and respects my daddy.
3. She loves me! I know she loves me because she is happy with me, cries with me, cheers me on, is my energy when I am tired, and really took the time to get to know me and to make sure I knew Jesus.

A tall order I know, but hey, we all have to have goals don't we?


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