The Puddles

Ben earned money by reading books at school. A car dealership in town offered it as an incentive. Ben came home and insisted on counting all of the money. In the second picture you can see the joy on his face when e realizes how much money he’s earned. He is pulling off his neckerchief just like I see daddy do when he’s had a hard day at work and he’s pulling off this tie. His teachers worked really hard to help him succeed in this project. Ben’s smile is thanks to them.

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He walked into the store and then saw this hat right away. He insisted that we buy it. I think he looks rather stellar! He thinks he looks really good in it too!

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Chris’s sermon on this day is always one of my favorites during the year. Whenever he gets up and sings in front of the congregation, it’s always a joy.

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Daddy is teaching about fire safety. Even the girls got involved! Ben loved having his daddy there.

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Ainsley wanted to document the final product. Isn’t my hair beautiful?

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Madie’s flats have been missing for a month.  She swears she has looked everywhere for these shoes.  We have helped her in part of the process of looking, but left most of it up to her.  So after today’s sharing of shoes before church, we stopped after church and purchased a second pair flats.  We get home and guess what she finds . . . her old flats.

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Madie picked an outfit to wear to church today that required a pair of sandals or flats.  Of which she has neither right now.  Her sandals are too small and her flats have disappeared.  With five minutes to go before we had to head out the door she says, “Can I borrow your white sandals?”

“They fit?”

“Yes.  I tried them last week and they are a little big but they fit ok.”

“Really?”

“Yes, moooom. Really.”

“Fine. You can borrow them.”

I am in denial. My oldest daughter is slowly creeping up to my height.  Soon she will surpass me.  Chris would say that this doesn’t take much, and he is quick to point out that Madie will be driving in five years. And I would like to imagine that she is still the baby that I brought home almost eleven years ago. But I know that this cannot be.  I will have to let her grow up.  Even though I don’t want to.

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