Making Mama Happy the Day AFTER Mother's Day

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A Mother's Day mug and a cup of perfect tea. I'm not much good for anything today.
We watched Dan in Real Life last night. I cried the whole way through and then I stayed up all night listening to the rain pound against the house. I'm still not sure why. I can't figure myself out. I will say we have a long-standing family rule against movies where the mother has died and the family has to go on without her. We've never watched Bambi or  Sleepless in Seattle. Still, I think I really liked this movie. I think.

The Weekend So Far...

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  • One heartbreaking State Cup loss
  • One four hour trip south in order to sit on the bench,not play a single minute, and then drive home again
  • One good game--a two-fer because two of our boys play on the same team
  • One season-ending sprained ankle
  • One game yet to be played an hour south of here. I'm pretty sure as soon as we get there, it will be called off due to heavy rain,  lightning, and the threat of tornadoes.

Somebody tell me again, why do we do this sports thing?

A Very Special Mother's Day

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Four years ago, a seventeen-year-old mother grappled with the biggest decision of her life. Her high school graduation was around the corner. Her prom swished and swirled in front of her. Her sweet, curly-haired baby was a week old.  She had dreams--big, big dreams. But mostly, she had prayers. She begged God to show her what He wanted for her baby and for herself. She chose to keep the baby. And with the support of her family, she has given that baby a loving home. I've been privileged to watch them both grow. Today, Emily graduates from college. And with this graduation, she is for her daughter a living testimony to hard work,determination, self-discipline--and mostly, life-giving love. Congratulations, Emily! May God continue to bless you abundantly!

He's Home

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He came home to a good dinner and crisp, sweet-smelling sheets. He came home to adoring little sisters and a whole crew of boys who consider him their hero. He came home to a comfortable, lived-in place that is always the same no matter how much we changed it while he was gone. He came home.

He came home proud of himself. He finished the semester with a 4.0. He played a whole lot of soccer, made some good friends, and lived his faith. He pierced his ears, tried being a vegetarian, and totaled his computer.

He went out and conquered the world. And then, he came home.

We all slept well last night.