The last few weeks have been crazy busy. Crazy – but oh so fun!
Once again Jan and I worked with the Youth Group to put on a Valentine banquet for the church. We planned and prepared a meal and then provided some after dinner entertainment.
And boy did we entertain them!
It was epic!
People are still talking about the hilarious skits that left the audience rolling with laughter.
A synchronized swimming team with zebra bath caps from the dollar store that brought down the house. A cowboy ballerina in hat and boots – participating in a homespun talent show.
Judged by a panel of “local” celebrities.
And won by a wig wearing pastor-impersonator.
While people may still chuckle about our finale – a parody of the 70’s hit – Staying Alive that we called Staying Awake……the memories that make my heart happy and still bring tears to my eyes are the behind the scene moments that nobody else saw.
The youth group kids that quietly cleaned up the massive mess in the kitchen after we made Oreo cookie and strawberry ice cream desserts.
The servant hearts that washed dishes, vacuumed floors, organized props, cleaned up costumes, set up mikes, found music, moved chairs and hauled tables.
The tender hearts who prayed before practices and really loved each other.
That is what I will remember.
I am a big proponent of home hair cuts. We’ve done them for years.
They save money and time and generally turn out great – especially when it’s Grandpa giving our young sons military style hair cuts in the shop.
Things get trickier when those little boys become teenagers. They don’t want a hair cut any more – they want a hair style. And Grandpa is smart enough to not touch it.
Me – not so much.
It sounds easy when they say, “Hey mom – could you just take a little off the sides? ”
How hard can it be?
There’s undercuts and side burns and ears to trim around.
All with an electric trimmer.
They expect me to cut their hair holding a piece of vibrating metal with moving blades on the ends?! While wearing bi-focals?!
Do they realize that the difference between perfection and a gaping bald spot is approximately 2.1637 seconds?
Not that I know this from personal experience or that any of my sons have ever, or are even now walking around with gaping bald spots…just hypothetically speaking of course.
Grandpa always tells them the difference between a good haircut and a bad haircut is about a week. l think it’s longer for bald spots.
I have only drawn blood on one occasion but nothing that required emergency medical attention. He didn’t really need that ear tip anyway.
You would think that after a few bad cuts they would stop asking, but I guess I raised some really frugal kids.
I do make them promise that they will love me no matter what it looks like when I’m done.
Which is good, because quite honestly, you get what you pay for!
It was VBS week this week.
Many of you are nodding right now. You know exactly what VBS week means.
Busy days, late nights and exhaustion!
But also fun, laughter and blessings.
I worked with an incredible group of kids!
A crazy bunch of teens who served with their whole hearts and kept me laughing!
They memorized, rehearsed, and brought the characters of the nightly skit to life.
Teaching truth, sharing the gospel, and loving on the kids.
I sat back each night and watching God work in and through these servants.
And I was blessed.
We had another epic shopping adventure last week.
It was Martha and I and our girls.
Just like always.
Hitting all our favorite thrift stores in St. Joe.
It’s a tradition now.
Started several years ago on our first extreme thrifting adventure. (Look how young they are!)
It’s been modified to just one city and always includes a trip to Hobby Lobby, lunch at Chick-fil-a and snacks at Big Lots.
Almost every stop has a memory.
“Isn’t this the store that you lost us in and we finally found you sitting on lawn chairs two stores down?”
And every trip has something new to explore.
This trip including one new thrift store and a natural grocery store that both of our girls were excited about.
Yes – a natural grocery store where they bought health food for themselves.
Yes – these girls!
The same girls who used to eat twizzlers and peanut butter in the backseat all the way home.
Which only shows again how quickly they are growing up and changing.
And how thankful we are for every moment together and every memory made.
May the tradition continue!
Birthday’s are made for surprises.
And Angel Girl is the hardest to surprise!
But this year – Pedro pulled it off!
It was the Thursday night before her birthday – and she suspecting nothing.
Pedro gathered up four cousins and they drove the two hours to our house stuffed in Pedro’s car.
They hid the car and planned the epic surprise.
Angel Girl got home from work, wondered why dad was grilling so many hamburgers, put down her water bottle in the kitchen, rounded the corner to the dining room and jumped out of her skin at the sight of Pedro and the cousins waiting for her!
They had a hilarious supper, followed by crazy dance moves in the driveway and a wild adventure to the abandoned house and low water crossing.
Poison ivy, bug bites, photo shoots, and much laughter.
They spent the night eating popcorn and rice krispie bars while watching old VHS movies that were favorites years ago.
And were up at first light to be on the road to make it back to the city to work.
A short night and a long drive.
But they had almost fourteen hours of jam-packed, fun-filled wonderfulness.
Happy 18th birthday Angel Girl!