TGIF!!

Lily said to me this morning: Mom, I helped daddy clean the garage.  I picked up your bag with 2 pairs of skis in it.  Daddy told me to put it down before I get a hurrnicane...or something like that.

I might have to delete my wordless Portland video below, else the music starts every time you click on the blog.  I love that composition, but I hate it when music starts when I click on a webpage.  Press pause below if you want it to stop.  Or maybe I need to post 10 posts to get it to roll off and stop.

The girls gave me an early Mother's day gift, tickets to see Suessical the Musical with them, I'm looking forward to that!  Girls night out!!

Sun is shining, audit is moving along, two 5Ks this weekend, Mother's Day NAP!, grandparents coming to town Sunday night - 80s for the next two days.

Wordless Wednesday - Portland

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Be Bold

I mentioned yesterday how the last week of morning quiet time has been so beneficial to me.  I don't typically share what's going on in my faith journey, but I decided to share it today.  I was encouraged to just write. To be bold and honest about the wonderful ways God is touching me and changing my heart.  

I've always had a lot trouble relating to the Bible.  The stories were interesting and stuff, but with all the laws, and nations, and sacrificing, and hard to pronounce names, and being imprisoned...I just couldn't apply it to me.  Sure, as a kid, I could memorize verses, like I told you before, for the candy.  


As an adult I've been too overwhelmed and I didn't know where to start and I felt like I just couldn't find the time to read  or study the Bible like I thought I was supposed to.  Do I open and point?  Do I start at the beginning?  So I did practically nothing.  I read books about the Bible, books about God, those encouraged me to seek Him for who He is.  But unless I was in church or doing a Bible study, I didn't crack The Book open much.  It was more something I only knew how to do when I was assigned, or told where to go what to learn, and less something I knew how to get into for myself, or wanted to get into by myself.  


Over the last year that has changed quite a bit, as I have changed, and my understanding of God has grown.  I've been able to find practical advice and encouragement, in the Bible, among the verses.  The kind that I used to think people were just making up when they proclaimed it.  It sounded so cliche or fake to me.  Because I didn't get or feel what they seemed to be feeling.  I've been on the verge of "getting it" for a while.  But now I'm truly getting there, and it is amazing.  

Last Monday was the first day of the audit and also my first day of quiet time.  It was the day I was dreading, and the month I was dreading for the last several.  I woke up early to a quiet house, and the verse that I studied and journaled about and meditated on was Isaiah 41:10. 

So do not fear, for I am with you; 
    do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
    I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

I cannot begin to explain how full of fear I am.  So full.  But after spending all week with this verse last week, I feel less afraid.  God's got this.  and this.  and this.  andthisandthisandthis and every.single.fear.that.i.could.muster.and.believe.me.i.could. muster.a.lot.

Wow.  I studied the word dismayed a little bit, and found that verse in another version of the Bible translated as "do not anxiously look about you".  Yeah, so if there is something other than being afraid, anxiously looking about me is what rides next to me in my side car.  But God says to me: do not.  

Last week was one of the most peaceful weeks my soul has had in a long long time.  I was not afraid and I was not anxious.  And there was a lot of stress and a lot of turmoil, and I should have been afraid and anxious.  But I wasn't.  My wise friend told me that when we spend time in the Bible it isn't about how much we read or memorize, but about how much gets in our heart.  Until last week, I'm not sure that I really knew what she was talking about.  This was just one verse that I looked at, and I can say for sure I felt it really get tucked away deep in my heart.  

On Wednesday I read Romans 12.  In my (layman's terms) version of the Bible, verse 12 said: Be glad for all God is planning for you, be patient in trouble, and in everything be prayerful.  

The words that jumped off the page were Be Glad and Be Patient.  Two things that I want to be.  Two things that I am not.  But God says to me: Be.

I decided to look this verse up in the NIV version and here is what I found: 

Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer

Wow.  Beautiful.  When I looked up affliction, I found it defined as anything that causes suffering.  


On Wednesday, as I read this, I thought about my friend, ShanRae who was going in that day to have outpatient surgery to have another mole removed, relieved that it was not melanoma this time, but still more surgery with 30+ more stitches, deep in her thigh.  Suffering with patience and joy and hope while praying.  


I decided to go back and read Romans 12 in it's entirety, and here is the list of the life lessons I journaled.  The ones I can use in my moments.  From the Bible.  That apply to my life as it is now.  Sorry if that is already obvious to you, but I am still amazed by this.  That the God who created the Universe, Who knows every star by name, cares enough about little ol' me, that He leads me to a verse written 2000+ years ago in Hebrew translated in a bunch of different versions of English, that can ease my fears and help me to live a better life.  Today.  In the moments, I mean, just. wow.


Be Glad
Serve Him
Love Others
Be Honest
Be Patient
Do not act important
Be Prayerful
Do not act lazy
Have faith

"When I don’t measure up to much in this life 

Oh, I’m a treasure in the arms of Christ" Chris Tomlin, Forgiven

Sun Smiling

The sun is shining in my office window and it is SO warm in here.  I can see Mount Hood for the first time in quite a while.  Isn't it amazing what the sun on your back and capris on your legs can do for your soul?  It's easy to smile arriving at work when you walk into your office and it looks like this.  

Even with the auditors are here and a lot of work and a lot of stress.  I'm not working terribly long hours and I have been able to mostly keep it together, and haven't missed a bedtime yet in May.  Sure it's only the 7th, but it's May, so that is saying something.  One week of the audit is done.  I'm not sweating the small stuff.  Okay, I trying not to sweat the small stuff.  Paleo meals have been tough without as much time for meal planning, so I cooked and froze a lot on Saturday.  It felt good to plan ahead.  

Sure, I forgot it was teacher appreciation week until a girl at the bus stop acted annoyed at Lily for not having a flower for her teacher and ripped off one of her own for Lily to take to her teacher.  I told Addie we could stop at the store to grab one for her teacher, but Addie said it was not necessary, she wanted to get to school in time to play before class.  Dear Addie.  Don't worry, I'll overcompensate later in the week.    


On Friday our friend Meagan came with baby Taylor for a quick visit.  OZ couldn't come, but we were so happy to see Meg and Tay.  Taylor is so petite, weighing 12 pounds at 6 months old.  She is so easy to hold and I got to put her to sleep on Friday night.  It didn't make me want a baby of my own, but I sure did love loving on someone else's, giving Meg a short break, and snuggling with Taylor as she finally succumbed to her exhaustion.  I love that moment when you feel them let go, and grow heavy in your arms.  I still love the rare occasion when that happens with my kiddos too!  

Anyway, Lily LOVED Taylor, Addie was indifferent, and Bryson was very curious.  He wasn't jealous at all when I held her, the way the other two were at this age with babies.  But I felt like I had to watch him and his unpredictibleness like Hawk.  I was impressed that he was as careful around her as he was.  


Anyway, just a glimpse of what another baby would look like in our house.  Don't start any rumors that we are going there, we are not.  And just as I would expect, Lily would like another baby the most and Addie would like another baby the least.  She and Bryson would duke it out for position of who I'd have to worry about more when alone with the baby.  

Saturday was another day filled with baseball and errands and cooking for the week.  We got the Toyota fixed but it is still making "the noise".  Sigh.  


Yesterday Lawrence ran his first HALF MARATHON.  We were so proud of him.  He did it in 2 hrs and 11 minutes.  He had to wait for a train two different times, so he thinks he could have shaved about 4 minutes off of that time if not.  He was hoping for 2 hrs, and then his adjusted goal after miles 5-8 being straight uphill (toward OHSU) he was hoping for 2 hrs and 10 minutes.  He was very sore last night, and realized his goal of a marathon before he turns 40, probably won't happen in June, more training is needed, but he still wants to accomplish it.  Hopefully that means a summer of running together as a family.  


Last weekend I went to a retreat at Cannon Beach with some wonderful women from my church.  Both mornings I got up and went for a run on the beach, I listened to uplifting music, focused on the incredible Haystack Rock, and it was all around amazing.  We talked a lot about taking quiet time.  The theme verse of the weekend was Psalms 46:10, 

Be still, and know that I am God...

I really needed that.  I can't remember the last time I was still, that my soul felt like it could just rest.  Just be, not do.  There were two built in quiet times during the weekend, where you weren't allowed to talk at all.  How great that quiet time of reflection and focus was.  

I've been eating great, taking a month long facebook fast, less TV, simplifying as much as possible, doing one minute of plank per day, going to bed earlier, waking up early to read my bible and have some quiet time everyday with God, and just generally feeling awesome and hopeful about things.  


I feel proud of all the work I'm doing to be in a better mental space, I'm thankful to God for bringing me there, it's amazing how starting off the day right each day gives me more than I need to get through an entire stressful day of demands.  


My kids and husband keep showing me my blessings right and left.  Even when I lose my patience with them, even when they don't listen, even when we are tired, even when none of us are perfect.  

Wordless Wednesday - FAST

Lily is the only girl on her co-ed baseball team.  She is also the fastest player on the team by a long shot. And we have a few very athletic boys on our team.  That doesn't make her dad super proud or anything. :)

Look at her go!

They change positions every time out, but catcher is her favorite

Daddy showing her how to straighten out her swing

Bryson is starting to have a life outside of the stroller at these sporting events

The auditors are here, for the whole month of May, no working at home days.   But...I AM living, just not blogging.  Until further notice, my blog shall be named.  "Wordless"!

Wordless Wednesday - tulips!

You are only as happy as your unhappiest child

You know how it sucks when you look forward to something for months and months, then the night comes and it is really great but you do something stupid at the end that screws a little part of it up, but that small something ruins the whole night for you and you are so mad at yourself? Well that happened to my Lily tonight and I'm just laying awake hurting for her. Heart outside of my body...indeed.

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Last night was Lily's 1st grade program.  She has been talking about since January.  April 19, mom, make sure it is on the calendar, make sure you can get home from work on time, make sure my camera has batteries, make sure and get a video, when can we decide what I'm going to wear, can we practice my line, here is where I will be standing, here is how the risers are arranged.  She's talked about every single detail of how the night would go.  I even know where to find her in line, and how far in her own speaking part would be.  Her siblings have been singing the songs for weeks.  

She was a little disappointed that our nanny had a test in class that night and wouldn't be able to make it.  I invited my brother and his girlfriend, but didn't tell her they were coming (because I hadn't heard for sure that they were and I didn't want her to be disappointed if they couldn't make it).  

I left work at 4, got home around 5, and we went upstairs to do homework.  She was so giddy and excited that she couldn't concentrate on learning her spelling words.  I found myself being shorter with her than I wanted to be, but something that could have taken 15 minutes took 45, and the rest of the family was waiting downstairs for us to eat.  She didn't feel like learning spelling words, and I wanted her to have a better attitude about it rather than saying, I'll never learn that word with a sourpuss face.  She did learn the three she was having a hard time with: instead, said, and thought.  (Side note: I just spelled thought wrong the first go round of typing it. :)  )  Anyway, she finally finished and went in the bathroom for me to do her hair (which was in curlers) but I told her we needed to eat, and we'd have to do hair after.  

We ate, she dawdled.  I was annoyed.  When she was the last person finished at the table (typical), and was pittering around watching what Bryson and Addie were up to, I told her she needed to hurry, we needed to get upstairs to get dressed and do hair.  She obliged but we quickly realized that the dress and sweater we laid out (last night so it would be easy peasy no decision making tonight) was size 2T, it was Addie's - and her pink sweater was nowhere in sight.  We looked and looked and finally she said she could chose a different dress (the one laid out was super summery and it was raining and 50 degrees outside) because we really only had one sweater that could match.  After much back and forth, she finally chose the dress that she wore in our family pics, but she was mad. (Note to self: must get Lily more sweaters less hoodies, why oh why do I not have a white or black sweater for that girl?!)

Her hair didn't come out great, but at this point we were kind of rushed, and I was disappointed (with myself mostly) that the dress thing took so long, when I did everything I could to make sure THAT EXACT THING WOULDN'T HAPPEN.  Overdramatic? Maybe but I was certainly feeling like no matter what I do, how much I plan ahead, it is never enough to make life run smoothly.  Ha, life run smoothly...good one, Jenny.  

Anyway, I packed up a purse full of crap to keep Bryson busy during the program while the rest of the family honked at me from the car (I joke about the honking, but that's how frantic I was feeling while loading up the bag o tricks).  As I got in the car and thought about the teenage years.  Man, they are going to be hard.  I said so to Lawrence who obviously has no knowledge of the things teenage girls care about because he rolled his eyes and said I shouldn't rush us ahead.  I thought about how much harder it will be when it's not just a missing matching sweater, but it's my sister took my sweater, it's caring about fashion, what's in style, and worrying about body shape, and acne, and hair, and, and, and....deep breaths, not a great start, but okay, we are in the car now, let's enjoy the show.  I wasn't pleased with how I'd handled the last 2 hrs of the evening, let's make the next two better.  

Matt and Heather did come, and the kids were all thrilled to see them, jumping around all crazy, like they always do.  Then it was time to get Lily to her class room and the show started.  It was wonderful, and cute, and sweet.  Lily did a good job.  She got to say the line "when I grow up I want to be an acrobat".  Which she does.  I got it all on video.  So did Addie on her camera.  Bryson was enthralled and behaved beautifully on Lawrence's lap.  He clapped and loved it when he could point out his "Loly".  All was awesome. 

After the show the kids were all over Matt and Heather again, especially Lily, and there was some talk of them coming over for a bit.  It was already 8pm, and ultimately, I didn't think it was a great idea.  They haven't seen Heather forever, and seriously the kids go CRAZY around Matt.  He's like the catnip to their cat.  He says he doesn't, but sometimes I wonder how he can think my kids are anything but monsters, they act so different and more wild around him than anyone else.  They cannot contain their excitement to be in his presence.  I told M&H that it probably wasn't the best for getting everyone to bed if they came, so we decided they would come to Lily's baseball game on Saturday and we would get together after that.

Lawrence told Lily to say goodbye to Heather and Matt and thank them for coming.  But instead she was jumping all over them, pulling on Matt's coat, acting terribly obnoxious.  Lawrence asked her what she should say to her uncle for coming, and she said nothing, then stuck her tongue out at them.  Grrr.  Lawr told her to get in the car, and I apologized, and we left.  On the way home we talked to Lily about how rude that was.  Doesn't she want Matt and Heather to come to her things?  Why would she treat someone she loves like that?  Lawr said maybe they shouldn't come to her baseball game, or even worse, maybe they wouldn't want to.  Not if she was going to treat them like that.  We were disappointed, but we didn't yell or scream at her.  We just shook our heads and got about the business of who would do what when we got home to get them all to bed before 9pm.  

No one talked the whole ride home.  Buzz kill.

After getting Bryson and Addie to bed, I went to Lily's bed.  She was reading a note from our nanny that was cut in the shape of a heart.  It said something about how sad she was to have missed the show and how she couldn't wait to hear all about the wonderful night and she knew she did awesome and she loved her.  Really sweet.  Lily hugged that little piece of cardboard all night long like it was a soft teddy bear, obviously a source of comfort for her.  

Lily was so destroyed.  She was mad at her self for how she treated Matt and Heather.  I listened to her talk for quite a while.  I told her it is okay to make mistakes, and tomorrow is a new day.  That made it worse.  She said tomorrow is not the day of her program.  She wanted to rewind today!  I asked her if we could think of some good things from the night and remember those before we go to sleep, but she said she couldn't remember anything good.  All she could think of was acting like that to Matt.  She said she was feeling really excited, but she never meant to be rude to him.  She kept asking herself why she did that.  Why would she ruin her own night.  She told me she'd looked forward to this night for so long, and now it was over and it was awful.  She was weeping and sobbing.  I told her to just let it out.  

It was one of the few times that her tears over something small made me cry too.  I could feel and taste her pain.  I wondered if we shouldn't have said something to her in the car about the way she acted toward Matt, I was feeling pretty guilty.  Were we too hard on her?  Did we make her too hard on her self?  Parenting isn't easy, and the truth is you do not allow your child to be rude to someone else without calling them out on it.  That's part of the job.  Lawrence suggested that she could call Matt, and she did, and whatever he said to her made her feel quite a bit better. She mostly cried and he mostly talked.  And at the end of the call she was crying less and I could see she was getting to a point of peace about it.  It just wasn't the feeling of elation and pride that I would have wanted her to have at the end of a night that she has been looking forward to for so long.  

I knew exactly what she meant and how she felt.

We talked about how she could show the video to our nanny after school today, and she could show her all the songs, teach her sister the movements.  She liked that.  Then we talked about her friend, who's baby brother Ethan is in the hospital right now for a virus.  I said we needed to pray for him to get better and for his mommy to be okay.  She said we should pray right now, so we did.  Then we talked about how our problems aren't the worst ones to have, and how we will be okay.  When I left her room, I thanked her for asking that we pray for Ethan right now, I told her sometimes we say we will pray and we forget, it's always better to pray right now.  I told her that I am so glad she has the heart she does.  She makes me proud.      

I laid in bed and hurt for her, rewinding and fast forwarding to things i could have done differently to protect her from the pain and anger she was feeling.  

I thought about how I wished she could just get over a mistake, a split second decision to not act in a kind way.  I wished I could tell her to get out of her own head, and know that everyone else understood, and no one was mad.  Then I thought about how that is not a quality I model for her.  At all.  

Today, I winced thinking about a conversation I had with a friend who gave me some very good, very constructive, very hard to hear advice, four years ago.  Four years later, I took the advice, I'm grateful for the advice, but I still am mad at myself for needing the advice in the first place.  If I'm honest, I don't think I have forgiven myself for that.  And in the grand scheme of things, it is a little thing, really.  

My good friend's mom posted the quote, "you are only as happy as your unhappiest child" on my facebook today.  I read it a few times, letting it sink in.  Man, we are just getting started.  This is going to be hard.  I want to get better about forgiving myself, and letting their little stuff slide too.  

As a mother and a woman, I am so self critical of myself.  It is so much easier to see what I'm not doing than what I am.  A great day, with the best planning, and wonderful intentions, can send me into a panic when the sweater I laid out says 2t rather than 6 on the tag.  I let the small "mistakes" cast a shadow over the successes.  I beat myself up.  I don't want to, but I do.  I'm not sure if I have any tools to stop.  I sure see the goodness in everyone else.  I celebrate everyone else, I use kind words, I let things slide, I tell them they are doing a really good job.  I mean it.  

Is that the message I want to send on to my daughters?  You should focus on your imperfections, rather than your amazingly wonderful qualities?  The answer to that question obviously is of course not.  

But when I tear myself down, criticize my body or my clothes, talk of the state of my house or my cars in disgust, list all of the things left to do and never the things done, say harsh words about the mistakes I make, expect perfection...I'm teaching her to treat herself that way.  

And that needs to change.  

I can't protect her from everything, and maybe this small lesson needed to be learned so that she can remember how important it is to treat people, especially those you love, with respect and kindness.  I hope that is true.  

The part that has my heart really aching is that she can't forgive herself yet.  And I know how bad that feels.  And she doesn't deserve to feel like that.  

No one does.  

Coulda, shoulda, woulda.  Sigh.  Forget it.  Let's be kind to ourselves today and let's remember the impact that will have on our sweet children.  Then let's try to do it again tomorrow.  And the next day.  Until self kindness is a habit that we pass down to them.  

What is one thing you can do today that will remind you of what you have done right, that screams to you, YOU ARE ENOUGH! Today, how can you let go of something you have done wrong?  How can you model that for your children?    

My 2012 motto is Do Not Let Perfect Be the Enemy of Good.  I can say it all I want, but until I start acting like good is good, I'm teaching the wrong things through my actions and my words don't matter one bit.  

Wordless Wednesday - Orange belt test

Rat Racing

I'm trying to squeeze tight to the perspective I was given only a month ago, to remember the full heart and the overflowing love...but I feel it slipping through my fingers.  Replacing it is stress and negativity.  It's easy to see why, but I don't know how to fix it.  


Take this morning for example.  I got up at 6am, showered, got the kids ready and fed, Lily to the bus at 7:30 and me out the door at the same time with Bryson.  Late to Bryson's physical therapy appointment, again.  One solid hour trying to get Bryson to do what he is being asked to do, bend his feet in a way he doesn't want to bend them.  She is once again amazed by how "busy" he is.  She wants to know if he has trouble paying attention at home.  He doesn't and I say so.  But an alarm goes off in my head, because someone just asked me if something could be wrong with my busy kid.  Even though I know nothing is, I don't even like the question.  


We leave, on the way out I see a mom slowly walking behind her child who walks with braces on her arms and legs.  I tell myself to be grateful as Bryson runs ahead of me.  I can't muster it though, I feel sort of numb today and it's barely 9am.  


I get him situated with the nanny for a day of fun at the Children's Museum.  I watch my younger two kids dance away hand in hand excited about what the day has in store for them.  And I long to be the one who gets to do it with them.  


On the way to work, I pass an accident that has been the reason for the traffic.  I think about how I should be glad it's not me waiting for the tow truck.  But I roll my eyes at my attempt to be positive.  


I hear a belt or the breaks squealing on our Toyota as I drive.  It's been going on for weeks, I feel a twinge of failing that I cannot find time to get this fixed.  That feeling worsens when I pull into the parking garage with my window open and I can hear it echoing against all wall of the cement underground cave.  I'm embarrassed.  Sigh.  I think about when, who, can take the car in.  Will there ever be a minute to breath, to stop calendaring?  My stream of consciousness races ahead while I try to figure it out. 

Tomorrow need the truck for Addie drop off, no school for Lily, Monday Bryson dentist appointment, what's for dinner tonight, baseball, car seat shuffles, can someone watch Brys tonight at practice while dad is coaching, shoot forgot Lawr's allergy prescription, need to research and budget for summer camps, where is the form to order team pictures, OH!Addie's class pic is tomorrow, did a form come for that...  

I walk in my office at 10am.  I haven't eaten anything yet and I feel funky.  I look at the piles and lists I left for myself last night as I raced out at 6:30 bound and determined to meet my goal of not missing any bedtimes for work in April.  So many things to do, and it seems like all my employees are waiting for me to answer a question or go over something.  No one asks why I'm just arriving at 10.


I want to throw my hands in the air, because this day is not out out of the normal, but it's one of those days that it's all too much.  The only thing that keeps me from giving up for today is that I know that would just get me further behind.  The "luxury" of taking care of my body last month has already set me back a week, as have all these dr/dentist/pt/gyn/counseling appointments I've gone to for myself and my kids.  I think I've used all my sick time for the year 2 hrs at a time.  


I don't want to complain or be negative, so I close off from talking with anyone about anything other than logistics.  Then I feel lonely.  I look at the scar on my face and wonder when it's going to get better, I wonder how it could only have been a month ago that cancer was in place of that scar.  I'm annoyed at myself for not remembering to be grateful for that scar, to think it's beautiful.  But I'm too tired to care about trying to remember that.  I want to sulk instead.  I wore make-up today for the first time since my surgery.  It doesn't help much.  Everyone says that my scar looks so good, but I can't see past it when I look in the mirror with my self critical eyes.  


Emails come from friends who want to meet up, who haven't seen me in a month, or two months, or longer.  Voicemails are built up on the phone which say basically the same.  Every pleasant conversation I have with someone ends in a question of when we can have a playdate or lunch or coffee or a night out or a family get together.  That makes me want to cry, avoid them, just to avoid looking at my calendar and seeing there isn't room for any of the good stuff.  


Usually I can pull myself up, and be grateful and positive.  But the truth is rat racing can just suck your soul.  I don't want to live a life where I just keep up, barely, with the demands.  I want a life in which I thrive.  I usually have that.  This weekend I had that.  Easter was an amazing and incredible day.  Four days later, I'm filled with rage that things look like this.  I mad that enjoying my weekend a little too much leaves me with no groceries or put away laundry.  I'm just annoyed that this is what things look like today.


Tomorrow is a new day.  My kids are amazing and my husband deserves a medal for all the work he has put in this week.  Each of them has given me something sweet and special each day this week, that I have put in my pocket and smiled about.  Each of them is smart and funny with a good heart.  


I, too, have a good beautiful heart.  I know this.  It think that is why on a day like today, it grieves me that too much rat racing makes it so that I can't see it.  

Mostly Wordless Wednesday - Easter Freedom

Some weeks you have no time for words, I am amidst those weeks!


We had an incredible Easter/Passover weekend.  Each member of our family learned something new and amazing about God and his blessings.  We celebrated Jesus and His victory on the Cross.  We learned about the need in our human hearts, in this life, culture, society for a hero, a deliverer.  We learned why we still tell this story, thousands of years later, and why this story is everywhere.  In the Bible, in movies, in books, in pop culture.  A normal nice guy comes along and he is the one person who can save humanity, and he makes a choice, a sacrifice to do it.  We celebrated Moses. We celebrated the Jews being freed from slavery in Egypt.  We ate good meals and yummy treats together as a family and we enjoyed the sunshine.  We are healthy.  We are free.  So, we celebrated.

Wordless Wednesday - I heart my littlest monster cherubs!