Hoping For 50

My sister has had almost 32. I've had almost 25. My parents only got 28. Tomorrow Jerry's parents get to celebrate 50.

50 years of marriage. Amazing. And honestly, there were times I thought this day wouldn't come because of some of the health issues Jerry's Dad has dealt with.

50 years of love, children, struggles, fighting, laughter, tears, loss, seasons, holidays, weddings, graduations, funerals. 50 years of life. Amazing.

50 years of being committed to sticking together no matter how dark the days get. 50 years of choosing to love no matter how irritated you are. 50 years of speaking volumes with just a glance. 50 years of comfort given by a single touch.

I am hoping for 50. Not that I think we won't make it that far because of life struggles, but more because I know that life is sometimes cut short. My parents only had 28. I don't want 28. I want 50. And even 60.

Jerry made a video for the anniversary party. As I watched the pictures flash by from their dating days to the days where they held their grandchildren, I couldn't help but wonder what our pictures will look like. What will it look like for me to hold my grandchildren? What a fun thought.

Tomorrow will be so much fun. I am excited to be related to someone who is celebrating 50 years of marriage. That is not so common in this day of flaky commitments. Grand day, indeed.

Snow Days

We received our first real snow of the season. And by 'real' snow I mean something more than a dusting. We only have about 2", but it is beautiful.

The children of this town are miffed about this snow. It came on a day that they already had no school. They feel have been robbed of a snow day.

When I was in school I hated snow days. I hated missing school. Going to school was my social time. I hated being off in the summer and longed for that first day of school to return. I couldn't wait to be with all my friends again. Going to class was a small price to pay for getting to have fun all day.

So today may be a rip off to the children of Southern Illinois, but for me it is perfect. I had already planned to be home with the kids. I get the beauty of the snow without the interruption of my schedule. Bonus.

Godzilla Strikes Again

Last night we had Worship Team rehearsal. My 12 year old, Madeline, is on the Worship Team. We were between songs and Maddie took a seat on the steps of the stage. She layed backwards on the stage without paying attention and WHACK! She hit her head on the monitor. It was loud, some people showed concern, others of us sort of laughed knowing that this was a typical baby Godzilla thing for her to do. She reached up to tell us that it kind of hurt her head. She pulled back a bloody finger. That caused her to reach up again and pull back a bloody hand. Within a few seconds blood was dripping from her head as if someone had opened up the faucet. She started to freak out and dropped to her knees crying. I'm grabbing her chin telling her that she is okay and our heads tend to bleed a lot and we just need to get to the bathroom. I try to look at her head and see the blood pouring out and decide it is a good time to scream for my husband who was up in the sound booth. He came running, carried Maddie to the bathroom, and we applied wet towels and pressure. No stitches were needed, but I could use some advice on how to get blood out. She ruined several articles of clothing. Being a junior high student and enjoying some good drama now & then, she opted to stay for church. She loved the attention that the bloody clothes brought her. She is fine this morning, just a tiny cut to her head. Godzilla strikes again.

A New Beginning

Not sure why I'm here. Not "here" on this earth - I know why I'm on earth. But not sure why I'm blogging. I don't have any profound thoughts to share. But maybe I can give you a different view to life in the church. Or life in a cornfield. Or life as a Mom. Or life as a selfish person who has to submit to Jesus daily in order to not spin out of control.

Whatever the case, I'm here. Let's see where this road will take us.