So it was great success. You just can't beat line dancing with your 90 year old grandmother, running and giggling with your sisters, twirling your daughter, and celebrating the marriage of someone you remember holding as a baby.
Thank you Barbara, for making it possible! I can't wait to see my boys!!!
Yesterday, she finished writing a seven chapter "novel" entitled The Girl Who Knew Everything. She told me yesterday that she has a hard time listening to Toby Mac without doing cartwheels. She gets excited about book reports and sleepovers, but at the moment, we're boarding a plane. We have embarked on a girl's trip with my mom and sister for my cousin's wedding and I'm gonna soak up all the Anna Grace I can.
Time to celebrate Sarah and Jonathan and at the same time, seize the moment to love on my daughter.
"The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms." Deuteronomy 33:27
So even when and if you feel like you're drowning in a sea of your own fears, worries, or problems, when the Lord is your refuge, he is there holding you up with his loving, powerful, everlasting arms.
Well, actually, his name is Dennis, but his "friends" call him Newman for reasons which I can't really begin to explain- the diatribe would be long and involve the show Seinfeld and an explanation of Dennis' persona.
Dennis is an rare example of someone I've come to know more and better only after living miles away and years apart. As you may know, you see, my husband has an affinity for college football and European soccer and Dennis matches him fantasy football draft for fantasy football draft, sports talk radio show for sports talk radio show, and DVR soccer recording for DVR soccer recording. They graduated from UNC together in the spring of 1999, but their friendship has grown even deeper and stronger in the 13 years that have come and gone.
They fiendishly check scores on smart phones (Scott's in on it, too, but then again, this is a post about Newman), they call each other on Saturday mornings, and text each other all kinds of craziness about wombats and other things, using crazy acronyms all the while.
Dennis monograms his shoes
I find myself in the midst of this camaraderie from time to time and when I do, I have a really good time. When we're all together, I understand more and more how Dennis and his buddies show love. They call each other names. They make fun of each other. They make up crazy (and maybe derogatory) nicknames for each other.
But man, it's true.
Dennis is well beloved- angry old man as he may be.
You see, when you're with Dennis, he makes sure you're a VIP.
And don't let him fool you- the game's score isn't his only concern. He takes his role as husband, dad, and friend very seriously.
He's a gentleman, that Newman.
And that's the truth.
So this one's for you, friend.
(and Tarheels and Manchester United)
(and thanks for being you- remember you are loved)
You can probably tell that I just discovered the Blogger app for my phone. So because I have a never ending compulsion to create, I guess I'll share the last few (or ten) pics I've taken on my phone lately. Woot woot!
I saw a lot of Carolina blue- even in the bathroom stalls. I saw a bunch of old friends who shared the sentiment that it just didn't seem like 13 years ago that we were sitting in the student section. I saw the Tarheels beat the pirates and the fanfare that ensued, complete with the ka-boom of fireworks. I saw my husband smile and laugh with his friends. I saw how our friend Dennis rolls with his fancy Blue Zone tickets (deluxe). I saw Lauren's long lashes (seriously- they're the longest you've ever seen) frame her beautiful blue eyes as she watched her little boy play with trains happily, happily, happily on the floor. And in a few hours, I'll see my own little people and my heart will be full.