One Day At A Time

August has arrived with much anticipation.

This is the month my son will start his Senior year of high school. My daughter goes into 7th grade. It's the same building as she was in last year, but somehow 7th grade says 'junior high' to me. I think it's because of the way I grew up.

Also this month Maddie goes off for her last week of church camp.
Logan will start marching band camp soon.

My dearest friend in the world, Margo, is coming to visit from Michigan on August 21. I have not seen her for 4 years. I am so excited about her visit.

At the end of August, I will begin attending weekly meetings to prepare for the Hickory Grove Great Banquet weekends in October and November.

August 3rd marks the anniversary of my first date with Jerry. So much I could tell you about that date, but won't. Suffice it to say, I was a little surprised we had a 2nd date.

Also in August, I have a niece and a mother-in-law with birthdays.
We have a few special things going on at church, as always.

But the most important thing that August brings is our 25th wedding anniversary on the 11th. Seriously? 25 years is a long time. And you have to be old to have been married that long. What gives?

Being of the female species, as the months have drawn us closer and closer to this day, I have spent some time thinking. And in those thoughts I caught myself wondering how we made it to 25 years. Not in the way of, "this marriage is barely hanging on." But in the way of, "Wow. That time went by so quickly in some manners." And so if anyone ever asks me how we made it to 25 years, I have my answer ready. One day at a time.

And isn't that how we get to anywhere in our lives? We just do today, and then we'll do tomorrow, and then we'll do next week. And before you know it, time has crept up on us and we are celebrating a milestone!!

I can't help but think of the cheesy song, "One Day At A Time, Sweet Jesus." And now I'll be wishing that I hadn't thought of it because the song will be stuck in my head all day.

I am excited to celebrate 25 years. It is fun to remember that day. It is scary to realize how quickly it's come. And a little scary to think about what the next 25 will bring. I am 45, so if we make it to 50 years, I'll be 70. Ouch. I think I'll just take those years one day at a time, too.

Things That Make Me Happy

1. Those first home-grown tomatoes coming off the vine. They are all good, but those first ones are a treasure.

2. Dead snakes. I almost always turn around to go back and look twice. I almost always clap. Today my daughter saw one and I wasn't in the car ---- she clapped for me.

3. Laughter. Especially pure, unplanned laughter.

4. Having all 4 of my family under the same roof. Those days are numbered, I know.

5. Worship music.

6. Friday lunches at Raunchy Burrito with my husband, the love of my life.

7. Friends. Real friends. The kind you can be ugly with.

8. Coffee. Specifically a good old-fashioned caramel mocha latte.

9. Chocolate in any form.

10. Belonging to Jesus. There is nothing more comforting.

There are other things that make me happy, but this is a good start.