Feeling Like A Queen

In my last post, I wrote about Bear’s party. He was full of ideas and suggestions and as we shopped for supplies, he piped up, “Hey, Mom, I know! Since you and Daddy are the king and queen, all the other parents that come can be your servants and serve the food and you can just sit.”

I laughed. Hmmm. Think I like that idea.

I chewed on that one while we wandered the store, and I realized–they are. All those other parents. They are serving Brian and me on a daily basis. They have been since the beginning of the school year.

Dragon Scales and False Perfection

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On Saturday we finally threw Bear’s 6th birthday party. A medieval party for my valiant boy who wanted a dragon cake. So I made him one, and I had three very eager children hovering through almost every step of the process. During the tedious scale making, Bear and Bella bailed leaving my Ash to keep me company and ply me with question after question.

How I love my little conversationalist! He is eager to learn and full of questions.

Once I had finished making scales on the dragon, I began piping stars around the entire base covering smears and holes in the decorating.

“Living Hope”

“It is a strange feeling to watch a health professional hook bags of poison up to your child knowing that it is the only thing that can save him.”

Right before we left for our trip to Arizona, we received heart breaking news that some dear friends have begun this cancer battle. Only it’s with their two-year-old son, Andrew. I cannot stop thinking about them or praying for them, and I’m asking y’all to please pray, too.

Right Next Door

I love reading other blogs, and Sparrow Watch is one of my favorites. She recently wrote a very thought-provoking and moving post, and I have been chewing on it for weeks. Here’s a taste…

I will go to church today. I will worship, pray, fellowship… and it will be good.

But I will try to remember that

Pure religion is really

right next door.

You can read the whole post here.

One Survivor’s Take

Most of us have seen it. Facebook being taken over by color. Bra color that is. In an effort to raise awareness, women all over facebook are writing their bra colors in their statuses. What?

I’m pretty speechless by it all.

(I won’t go into my issues with modesty and how on earth it benefits us to announce to the world the details of our intimate undergarments. I won’t go into how my husband doesn’t need to know what color someone other than me is wearing. Have we become so desensitized by Victoria’s Secret commercials? Commercials that find my husband bowing his head discreetly and me scrambling for our remote, I might add. Oh, wait, I said I wouldn’t go into it… )