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Hold the Lettuce, Please
I was convinced that he would be hopelessly bored and regret his decision to go with me. Boy, was I wrong on that front! My son had the time of his life in Texas.
Between exploring the hotel, swimming, eating snacks while watching TV in bed, visiting exhibitors for free swag, going on missions as my “personal assistant,” and frequenting the complimentary coffee bar, Jackson was living his best life. He’d set two wildly important goals for our trip: buying a cowboy hat and visiting Buc-ees. We successfully accomplished both.
Excuse Me While I Remove My Fangs
To top it off, the house was a disaster, our van was leaking fluids, and my kids – my two, sweet, darling children – were driving me up the wall.
Let's Take a Closer Look
For the first two hours of our ER visit, Jackson had been surprisingly calm. But as the minutes ticked past midnight, and the more his arm was jostled, his demeanor rapidly deteriorated until he reached hot mess. Which is precisely when the X-ray techs arrived.
Praise the Walls Down
Before you assume him a budding theologian, I knew what he really meant was that he wished he had the power to shake down walls at his command. Still…his question hit me square between the eyes.
A Diamond, Stars, and Seven-Year-Old Theology
Heaven knows, I’m the queen of losing things, and I felt like I’d called on that godly favor far too many times before. Plus, my mind immediately went to the recent tornado victims. And the typhoon survivors. And the impoverished around the world. In comparison, this was NOTHING. I didn’t want to make a mountain out of a rock.
Puddle Jumping
Tonight, the sky opened up and rained down on the great metropolis of Momence. I threw caution and dry clothes to the wind and invited Emma on a puddle jumping date. She was stoked.