Today I love:
• The way C handles confusion over certain words. She’ll bust out with these complex sentences but will substitute “blah blah” for a word she doesn’t know/remember.
Or, she will try to remember as best she can, e.g.:
“My back hurts. I need a mattage (massage).”
“Play the Budoe the Reindeer song (Rudolf).”
“Daddy, can I have some carsick (Carmex)?”
• Pizzelles. So light and crispy, they’re like eating crunchy sugar-flavored air. It’s frighteningly easy to over-indulge, uh, or so I’ve been told.
• The children’s choirs that practice each Wednesday next to my office, especially the chime choir. Chimes are gorgeous, like snowflakes for the ears.
• The fact that I’m preaching this weekend. I switched with Senior Pastor who had two funerals this week. So we will have the Magnificat before John the Baptist. Yes, the pregnant woman is preaching on Mary’s Magnificat. I’m just a walking stereotype.
• The nights without a trip to the bathroom, infrequent though they may be; and the half-cylinder space-age foam knee pillow that R bought for me.
• The fact that we will finally meet the reverendbaby within the next month. And don’t hold me to this, but I think we have figured out what her name is. That is, I’ve had one in mind for some time, and R seems to like it too, although he wants to see the list.
• The fact that the application for Amazing Writing Workshop is done and the situation is totally out of my hands; and, that Wonderful Office Manager who is retiring next month volunteered to be my nanny, should one be needed.
• The fact that a friend of mine just happened to buy Book of Essays, not knowing that I was one of the contributors… and the book led her to this blog. Hi S!
• I’m organizing an impromptu, informal group from the church to go see The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe in a couple of weeks. Woo-hoo!
I so do not love the Kenny Rogers song “Christmas in America.” The chorus is stomach-turning: Alleluia! Alleluia! A-mer-i-ca!
What do you love?
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» I have been remiss in posting SBJ’s latest stats: 23 pounds and 27 inches at six months. Yes, I’ve got the big mama biceps.
» Aaaaaand little she-who-is lost another tooth this week!
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Little girls in ponytails chasing a soccer ball and laughing and running like girls have always been doing this on soccer fields.
Warm chocolate chocolate chip muffins.
People and calls to ministry that click together.
Jack Murtha telling us the troops need to come home.
The fact that your C. called Rudolph Budoe.
We have a rite in our prayer book for Thanksgiving for the Birth or Adoption of a child. When we adopted our first child we did this during a Sunday service and the Magnificat was chanted by the entire congregation…..I wept with joy as my soul’s new knowledge of the depth of parental love rejoiced. I love the Magnificat and use it often as a meditation for grace when parenting.
Are you still preaching the 11th as well?
KatieG–no, we switched–sorry! I am off on the 11th! You’d be welcome this weekend (although I know M will be in town).
I also love that I recently got an e-mail from a woman in Great Britain who has my exact same name–first, middle and last (my birth name). And my name is VERY unusual.
I’ve found her before as well, through self-googling.
The fresh greenery we put up in the sanctuary today, especially the white lights wrapped around the evergreen roping. I love the white lights.
We’ll be there this weekend! M would love to see you preach too!!
I love Doofus Archie (the cat) who lets Katie “hold him, and pet him and name him George” even though he REALLY wants to run far, far away.
I love Evil Steve (the other cat) who takes up more than twice her body size in space at the foot of the bed, refusing to relinquish even an inch while I try to manuever my legs to restore blood flow without kicking husband out of bed.