Contemplation, Contentment, and Closure

Today is April 21, 2011. 

Tomorrow, April 22, 2011 would have been my friend Amanda's 36th birthday.

Tuesday night, April 19, I spent three hours at Adrian's house going through and sorting Amanda's jewelry while Adrian attempted to catalog Amanda's Alice In Wonderland collection.

Adrian messaged me on April 14 to ask me if I would be willing to assist him in this task.  I agreed without hesitation, hit send, and burst into tears.  March 25, 2011 was the two-year anniversary of Amanda's death.  It is a day that I dread as it approaches as it fills me with regret that I hadn't booked plane tickets to Houston the moment she asked me to come earlier that week.
I was with Amanda's mother on March 25 this year.  I tried to avoid admitting the significance of the day, but we were among friends (ladies from our church) and when Leigh broke down, I had to leave the room.  So much for the supportive friend, right?

You see, I get to live in a world where I don't live with losing Amanda in an every-day-tangible way.  I have moments where I completely lose it... moments where I desperately need her advice or to share some "mom" type of thing.  We had great plans for being moms together - if I would only get pregnant.
I think I've posted this previously, but the day I had my first ultrasound Amanda was in the hospital.  I took the little picture home, scanned it in, printed it as an 8x10, and headed to the hospital to tell her.  I knew it would lift her spirits.  Within 30 minutes of me letting her open the envelope to reveal the picture of Ella, the doctor came in to tell Amanda she had cancer.  Adrian wasn't even there... I was wrecked.  I left the hospital at breakneck speed to get to their house and send Adrian to the hospital while I stayed with Alastair.
We still had hope for being moms together.  We still had plans.  She was going to beat that cancer and we were going to raise Alastair and Ella to be buddies.

The despair that I don't have to feel every day flooded over me when I read Adrian's message.
I cried big heaving sobs that shock me (because I don't cry that way often).
I contacted a friend not remotely connected to the situation and asked her to pray for me.

As I pulled up to Adrian's house Tuesday night I texted Amanda & my old youth minister, Scot, and asked him to pray right then if he could including my prayer request in less than 160 characters.  I got a text back within minutes telling me he'd prayed.  I was sick to my stomach walking up to the door of the house where I had spent hours with my friend...  I don't go to the house very often.  I think I am scared of what emotions will grip me when I do... but sitting in the floor and sorting more jewelry than I could count, I felt such peace.

As I laughed at Adrian (the Alice collection was a bit more than either of us had bargained for... instead of finding empty boxes for items in Manda's curio we found tubs full of boxes with Alice items STILL IN THEM), I separated the jewelry into types (rings, bracelets, earrings, etc) and showed anything to Adrian I thought might mean something to him or Alastair.  By the end, he had pared down what he was keeping for Alastair into a small pewter jewelry box and I had more jewelry than a jewelry store... all sorted and organized.  I was able to pick pieces that were meaningful to me to add to my own (very tiny by comparison) jewelry collection.  I wore one of her big flower rings out to dinner with girlfriends last night and it was quite a conversation piece.  It made me feel great to be carrying her with me.

I had some closure.  No matter what else (or someday, whom else) God brings into my life through Adrian & Alastair it will be okay.  I may even grow to adore that person.

Anyway... this all brought me back to a conversation I had with Neal Alligood at MACU's Gospel Rally.
I ran into Neal before the Gala on Friday night of the Rally.  Knowing he'd recently moved back to Elizabeth City from Atlanta (gosh I love Atlanta) I wanted to know what was going on with him; what he was getting involved in; and how he was feeling being back "home".  He expressed with a chuckle that he hadn't really expected to be living back in Elizabeth City at the current point in his life, but that he was happy and finding many ways to serve God.  So I posed this question to him: "If you could be anywhere in the world right now, serving, where would you be?"  It's an innocent question, right?  In fact, it is a common question... We all dream about where we want to go. Point in fact, we consistently ask young people (children - college kids), "What do you want to be when you grow up?" 

Neal's answer BLEW MY MIND... He said, "You know, I don't really think that way. 

If I did, I would never be content where God currently has me."

I've been contemplating that ever since.  Am I content where God has me?  If you read my blog post prior to this one your answer would be "NO!" (and you'd shout it at me just like that).
So now I'm thinking... Why am I not content?  What do I think I'm missing out on?
Aha!  I think I'm missing out on something... and therein lies the rub.

I do spend a lot of my time thinking about the "what ifs".  I always have - as far back as I can remember, I've always loved the What If Game.  Ever played that with your friends?  I had a friend my freshman year of college who was dating a guy who had perfected that game.  "What if I had a compulsion to lick roadkill... would you still love me?"  (No lie - that is my favorite question he ever asked her in my presence.)

What if I married so-and-so... how many kids would we really have? (We were saying 5 at the time we were dating - this was NOT Jeff)
What if la-dee-dah showed up today... would I still love la-dee-dah?
What if I had chosen option A over option B... would I be happier with the life I'd be living?
What if I had majored in English instead of Math... would I actually want to work? (Of course, I'd be paying off student loans since my scholarship was offered by a math grant and not one in English)
What if I had gotten pregnant younger... would it be easier?  would I still want 5 kids?

I watched a movie recently (The Bad Mother's Handbook) in which the main character is playing the "What if" game.  She finds out she was adopted and ends up getting in touch with her birth mother as she is about to become a grandmother herself.  It was moving to see her receive the answer to her "What if" questions.

Have I learned a lesson somewhere along this path of contemplating contentment?  Not fully... yet.
I'm still playing the "What if" game every single day... but I'm trying to catch myself and remind myself of what Neal said.  I need to be content where God has me - even if I'm where I am because of decisions I made that may not have been what God wanted for me.  That is a thought I've really been praying over in the last five weeks since that conversation with Neal.  I shared what he said with my Bible Study groups the following week.  I was excited to have recognized a fault a failure in myself.  I wanted to embrace the recognition of this and pursue God in a new way.  But as mountain top experiences occur, so do the valleys between the mountains.  And the valleys get me down quicker than I can climb back up the mountain of God (see previous post).  But I'm determined to face my place in life with a new hope - a hope through which I look for what God is saying to me.  I want to be content where I am... and I want to serve God in my contentedness. 

I know this seems like a rambling post... it is certainly a long one.  But it all fits together for me.

While Amanda was at the Massey Cancer Center here in Richmond, she and I talked a lot about the straw she drew in this life.  I don't think she realized that our conversations were going to scroll through my head for the rest of my life.  When she went to Houston for the trials that were being offered there, we started talking on the phone.  A lot.  In one of our conversations she said to me that she was at peace with death.  She did ask that I always stay involved with Alastair and that if Adrian ever met someone else that he wanted to be serious about that I better stand behind him & support him or she'd come back to haunt me.  She was content with what was coming even though I was not and cried throughout that whole conversation.  It was in that conversation that she asked if I would come to Houston and spend some time hanging out.  The "what ifs" surrounding my decision to wait to buy tickets until I could coordinate all of the minute details eat me up sometimes.

My point - I want to live a witness like Amanda's. 

I want to live a witness like Neal's.

I want to be content... and even more,

I want to be joyful serving God right where I am.

Please pray for me.  Pray that all the thoughts swirling around in my head since Gospel Rally will help lead me in the right direction.  Pray that I'll be content and joyfully serving wherever God leads me.
And pray that if (and probably when) I try to take the lead from God, that He will use my imperfection to bring a perfect result (as He has always done with my stubborn self).

Thanks for reading...

Oh, my first two songs on my playlist are Jars of Clay songs, but not the ones I wanted.  Though "Love Song For A Savior" has been a crucial song in my life.  Their cd, The Shelter, is not available on Playlist yet.  If I could share the three songs impacting my worship right now they would be: (1) The Shelter (2) Small Rebellions and (3) Call My Name.
I rarely try to influence people to listen to or buy specific music, but this CD is GREAT!
The bridge of The Shelter says: If there is any peace, if there is any hope...We must all believe, our lives are not our own. We all belong.  God has given us each other And we will never walk alone
And the chorus says: In the shelter of each other, we will live, we will live.  In the shelter of each other, we will live, we will live.  Your arms are all around us.

We have to be God's human form at this stage in the game.  If I am not content where He has me, how can He use me to be a shelter for anyone else.  How can I stage small rebellions of "senseless brutal acts of kindness" for those in need around me? *Small Rebellions also has the words, "We will never walk alone".  Isn't that powerful?

And Call My Name has become my theme song:

I'll go when you call me

I’ll run when you tell me where to go

We are desert walkers under shaded clouds

Your fire shows there’s more of you to know

Let our idols fail

Vanity subside

We will see the beauty in our lives

When I hear you call my name

When I hear you call my name

Send me to the edge of the earth

Show me what a life is worth

When I hear you call my name

I will wait in the darkest hours

For you will be a light on this road

Lead me out to the ground I’ve never walked on

Only to rely on you alone

This is my Father’s world

And to my listening ear

My heart is still at home

When I hear you call my name

© 2010 Bridge Building / Pogostick Music (BMI). All rights for the world on behalf of Pogostick Music administered by Bridge Building.

Melancholy...

mel·an·chol·y/ˈmelənˌkälē/   Adjective: Sad, gloomy, or depressed.

I've been feeling melancholy lately... I'm not able to put my finger on exactly what it causing it.

It may have something to do with the music I've been into lately.
For example... I've just discovered Sam Bradley (who I really like!)
Here are the words to one of his songs called Sea Blue:

Sky is clearin, city scrapes my eyes

Ocean is not movin, I cry

Wind blows through the doorway

It chills me to the core

Sea blue on the horizon

I can’t feel blue for that much longer

So pack up your belongings

And crystallize your conscience

To live for love is clearly nonsense

We seem to need a whole lot more

The world’s steady population

Defines that you’re the only one

Been fooled my many imitations

I’m done, I’m done

So kiss the world goodnight now

It’s you I want to hold

Rain at my window

These walls don’t shelter cold

So pack up your belongings

And crystallize your conscience

To live for love is clearly nonsense

We seem to need a whole lot more

(guitar)

So pack up your belongings

And crystallize your conscience

To live for love is clearly nonsense

We seem to need a whole lot more

The sky is clearin’

City scrapes on lies

Ocean is not movin’

I cry

Here is the video for this song...

Who knows... maybe it is just that I'm getting older, but I don't *feel* older.

I posted a bunch of pictures from camp years gone by recently on facebook.  I look at myself through the years and see myself changing size and shape, and maybe looking a little older, but I still feel like that girl I see in the pictures. 

 

I've also run across pictures of myself from high school.  In one I'm wearing a half-shirt (yes people I did actually wear a half shirt) and I can see my stomach muscles.  I think it just makes me sad that I'm not so young and carefree anymore.

 

NOT SAYING THAT I WANT TO EXCHANGE WHAT I HAVE FOR THAT - just remembering how fun and free-spirited I was.

 

I posted to one of the teens from church recently that she needed to enjoy each day of her senior year because that young freedom only comes at that one stage of your life.  I even admitted to being spun in circles by another student while he held me by my ankles.

If someone picked me up by my ankles to swing me now I don't know what I'd do.  Have a heart attack maybe?

 

Okay... now no one start getting concerned.  I'm not so blue that I'm going to do anything crazy (though a nose piercing has been mentioned in many conversations recently).  I just felt the need to vent it out.

And now I'm going to go back to listening to my melancholy music.

...because that's what we do, isn't it - when we're down we listen to music that feeds our mood instead of reversing it?

 

SCRATCH THAT - I'm gonna listen to something that makes me want to dance.

(If you haven't gotten to Britney Spears yet... she's #2 on the playlist below)

I admit it...

I'm a Twihard.

Just finished the books (Monday 3/21).  Can't get them out of my head.
Then I found out that one of my favorite songs on someone else's playlist was from Twilight... hadn't ever paid attention to that before.

I'm Team Edward and, though I've never been attracted to Rob Pattinson before (outside of a random interview), I find him delicious after reading Edward and having him as the picture in my head.
I haven't seen the movies (but I will soon)... but the description of Edward in the books and the previews for the movies that I have seen makes it hard to separate the two.

(http://twilightsource.com/tsgallery/?level=picture&id=298)

Though I did think he was "cute" as Cedric Diggory...

Then, I found out that RP sings.  Sorry to torture you, but I've added his songs to my playlist.

The first two are the same song, but by different names.  I love it enough that I hate for it to end.  Now at least, it can play twice back to back for me.  (And I can loop it on my itunes and listen to it over and over again).  Wish I'd had the song to play in the background as I read.

I never got the whole Twilight mania until I read the books.  Amazing what books can do for you, isn't it?  They just transport you to another time and place.

Barney sings a song about checking out a book from the library and in it is says, "You can have an adventure in a faraway land, you can learn about a tuba in a marching band, you can travel to the stars or the deep blue sea when you check out a book from the library."

A couple months ago I spent several days in the nation of Panem fighting for my life and trying to figure out which boy I actually loved...

Real or Not Real? 

(I'm seriously thinking about getting that as a tattoo, but not what is pictured here ... just the words...)

Recently, I've been in England learning magic and fighting an evil, evil sorcerer...

and just this past week I've been in the Northwest U.S. (with side trips to Italy and the Caribbean) living with Vampires and trying not to love a Werewolf.  Oh - how I get wrapped up in what I'm reading!!!  I can imagine I'm right there with the characters!

I love reading.  But I will be taking a much necessary break for the rest of this week before picking up another book.  I need to sleep normal hours and focus on doing the stuff that needs to be done (like laundry, dishes, and packing up the years worth of too-small Ella-clothes burying the guest bed). 

I'll miss Cullens...we'll start over again some day.  I'll see you soon on my t.v depending on how patient I can be before I start watching the movies...and when they start arriving in my mail from Netflix...

What a Weekend!

We had a great weekend this past weekend. Friday morning brought a playdate at Chesterfield Town Center with our good friends Amy/Jackson and Katie/John. It is amazing how much the kids have grown!

Jackson, John & Ella March 2010

John, Jackson & Ella March 2011

And from one of the very earliest playdates we had with Amy & Jackson
October 2, 2009 compared with Friday's playdate (March 11, 2011):

We are superbly blessed!

Of course, all that fun led into an incredible weekend in Lynchburg visiting Jeff's grandmother, aunt & uncle.

Aunt Margaret is a GREAT sport!

Of course, it can't all be singing and roses, right? Ella woke up in the middle of the night Friday night with a fever. Luckily, Margaret and I were watching the 6 hours of Pride & Predjudice (with Colin Firth) so we just medicated her and let her sit up with us for a bit. Fever stayed up most of the day Saturday, but that didn't stop Ella from playing or getting lots of love.

Reading with Aunt Margaret

Wearing Uncle Kenny's boots!

"Riding" the tricycle. Maybe next time she'll be able to do it herself!

Playing with a cat named "Little Dog" named after a cat named "Dog"

Really, it was hard to know she was even sick! Ella also got to pet a baby duck (and a grown up duck).

It was a busy weekend!! And - here's a rare treat - we got a family picture:

It isn't a great one (Jeff's eyes are closed), but we're all looking in the direction of the camera.
We'll just imagine that he is praying his thankfulness to God for us. (hee hee hee).

Today has been a bit dramatic...which is all I could expect following a great weekend, right?

We had to skip Bible study today because while Ella's fever dropped yesterday morning, it wasn't quite 24 hours and I didn't want to risk infecting anyone else. Then at breakfast, Ella informed me that she'd put a puff up her nose. So a trip to the pediatrician got substituted into our morning.

No puffs in her nose, but she has congestion in her lungs and a red throat so she got tested for strep & flu - both negative (thankfully). She has the same sinus issues I do, but she's too young for any of the good treatments so we headed to Target with our prescription for an antihistimine. That took another hour so it was 3:00 before I got her close to her crib to nap.

It took her forever to wind down and doze off, but I think we actually accomplished that, too.

And now I'm just trying to relax a bit before making dinner (super easy thanks to Aunt Margaret sending homemade meatballs & sauce home with us!).  Anyway...

Happy Pi Day to all!



Let's Try This Again

I long to be a good blogger.  I want to sit here everyday and open a window (not a door, though) into my mind and my life and share it with others.

Why don't I?  Because it takes time and dedication.  Most days, those things are cherished gifts.

Most afternoons (Mon-Fri) you will find me sitting here at my desk and on a computer, but I spend a lot of that time working on church related stuff.  I love being the AV/Techie person at church, but after working on that, updating my facebook, and then reading the blogs of all the other "good bloggers" that I follow I find that I haven't taken time to update my own blog.  Awful of me...right?

Oh well... I've decided to re-dedicate myself to my blog even if that means I play Mahjong Titans a bit less (seriously, I can veg on that for a good long while).

This week has been an interesting one...
Sunday was a beautiful day... it started off early with me playing a VBS recruiting video in our first service, then whisking the computer off to praise team practice.  Sunday School followed that...
Then the 11:00 service.  We were singing one of my favorite songs this week called Distracted.  This is a song that I, myself, brought to our group.  Of course, I brought it on the day that a friend was subbing for our regular guitarist (who is a LEGEND in the Richmond Area: Danny Hughes).  My friend KNOWS Distracted - as in plays and sings it without music and without hesitation.  I am not that comfortable with the song and neither is the group.  Well...our discomfort showed when we false-stared it TWICE...during the service...with visitors in the audience.  So embarrassing!!!

Sunday night The Bean got sick after showing no evidence of it coming.  That led to a sleepless night for me.  She didn't get sick again, but I jumped up to check on her with every noise she made.  Fun.
Monday brought more sickness (of the opposite end) from El, but only for four hours.

Tuesday was a nice day.  We got together with some friends after Ella had been "sick-free" for more than 24 hours.  They were willing to take the risk of exposure and (thankfully) no one in their clan got sick.

Wednesday we chilled at home and cleaned, cleaned, cleaned.  We even washed the dog.  She was NOT happy...

But I was happy and the house smelled better so that is what counted.  On a side note- Maggie turned 11 years old on Monday!!!  She was my first "baby".

Wednesday night I went to church to facilitate a Bible Study (loving leading...a new experience for me!  Will have to write about that tomorrow, maybe.)  While enjoying conversation in our small group about the book of Revelation, I got a text from Jeff that El's dinner didn't stay down.  Huh?

Anyway - still no fever or any other sign of illness and this time no "other" sick stuff.  I did sleep better last night.

Today brought running errands this morning and then heading to church to run the bulletin.  One of those errands was picking up toner for the big printer/copier at church only to find out once there that we didn't need toner...we needed a new imaging unit.  So, we'll be back at church tomorrow to print the bulletin and such.  Not like we could meet friends to play - not sure what is up with The Bean and whatever the "illness" is.

Even with all that - I still Love My Life that I'm living.  (hence the new blog title)

We Love OUR Life because the life I blog about isn't just mine.  First, it is God's and He is just letting me live it.  I'm going to start doing my best just for that reason.  Second, since Ella gets mentioned a lot I figure it is her life too.

I'm toying with paying the $10 to make my blog have its own site instead of having the .blogspot part.  Trying to come up with a good permanent name (that isn't evieloucronin).

So there you have it... it is Thursday afternoon and I just realized I never ate lunch.  Why do I do that?  So busy feeding The Bean I forget to feed myself...

Oh - just because the pics are too cute not to share.  We had BEAUTIFUL weather in Richmond on Friday.  It beckoned us to Maymont to see the animals and enjoy the sun.  We met Amy & Jackson and Melissa, Skyler, & Emerson there.  Here are some pics:

Ella & Skyler watching the fox

Skyler, Jackson, & Ella in the eagle's nest

Ella stealing love from Amy during lunch

Okay...here's to me being a better blogger!

Happy Birthday, Ella Louise!

My baby is two today...

I'm not sad...just in disbelief that it has really been two years since:

Two years ago I discovered love as I never knew it existed.

Ella Louise Cronin!

We had her party this morning.  It had a ladybug theme & the whole place was red & black.  Even the tables got decorated as ladybugs.

Two Years ago there was no cake...this year, I baked & decorated a cake:

And since we had another cake left over after we altered the design, we decorated a 2nd cake: 

 Each cake part/layer had a different flavor.  The "Ella Louise is 2" was French Vanilla Cake, the head and top of the ladybug were Chocolate cake and the bottom of the ladybug was Fudge/Vanilla swirl.

It was a lot of fun filled with family & friends.

We are blessed:

Ella, today as you turn two here are some things you need to know:

You love to play.

You LOVE to sing and dance.

You like ladybugs, but this was your bday theme because your mom found that costume cheap and decided it would be great for your party.

You almost know who Cinderella is.  (This is very important.)

 You like to kiss your friends goodbye - this causes a great stir.

You like to sing the ABCs and make me sing it faster & faster.

You love "Where O Where is the Red Stop Sign" and insist I sing it over and over as we ride in the car.  You've gotten good at pointing out stop signs, too.

You love to run and laugh when you fall down (most of the time).

You are learning your right from your left.

You love all our pets and never hold Monkey's crabbiness against him.

Your playmates are Jackson West, John Kottmeier, Becca Hatcher, Juan Esteban, Nate Brown, Hannah Shelton, and Taylor Boothe.

Of those playmates, we call Jackson your "boyfriend"

You adore Katie Quinn, Charlotte Rich, & Caity Brightwell and never mind that I leave you with them.  You just say, "Bye Mommy" and never cry.

You also adore your "Aunt" B.Jo - who loves you just as much.

Your Pop dotes on you like there is no tomorrow.

Your Mac thinks the sun rises and sets on you.

Your Papa becomes a teddy bear of a man like we've never seen.

Your Nana loves to find the cutest things for you

 (like the ladybug socks you've worn this week.)

Your Daddy thinks all day about coming home and playing with you.

Your Mommy can't imagine a better life than being your mommy.

Your aunts & uncles adore you.

Uncle Warren & Aunt Ray-Ray can't wait to live close enough to be at your parties every year and to visit you often.

You are blessed to have three great-grandmothers living: your G.G. (mommy's grandmother), your Nanny (daddy's grandmother), and Grandma Cox (daddy's other grandmother).

You also have a couple of Aunts who would treat you like their own grandchild instead of as a Niece - Aunt Margaret & Aunt Carla.

And you have a great-great-aunt who never misses anything you do - your E.E.

You are one incredibly LOVED child.

Happy Birthday, Ellabean!!!

Mommy loves you.

Charmed Life...

I have lived a charmed life.  Can I admit that here?  Yes, there have been dark times (years spent fighting with my dad who is now one of my closest friends...a divorce...friendships lost), but when I look back over my life so far...I have led a charmed one.

It started in Richmond, VA but at just over 1 year of age my parents packed up and moved to Roanoke Bible College.  There I led a life of beauty and fun.  Finding my dad in the towering shelves of the library...eating lunch in the cafeteria...climbing in the Crape Myrtles along the main road...  I loved being a child on campus.  I am still friends with a few people who were my playmates (check out Neal Alligood's blog) and the adults who adored me then still make me feel as adored as ever.

That is NOT Neal in the above photo...

While a student at RBC, my dad also preached at Roanoke Acres Church of Christ in Manteo, NC.  I grew up during those years with my feet firmly planted in Outer Banks sand on the weekends.  I loved the people there and still do love them.  We go to see them as often as we can.  Jeff often teases me that I act like a princess...well, honey, the people in Manteo started that.  There exists no other place on earth where I walk in and I am still the center of attention...though Ella has started to steal my spotlight on visits.

There was plenty of charm between Kindergarten and 8th grade, but you may fall asleep so I'm going to fast forward to my high school life.  Oh, how I LOVED HIGH SCHOOL!  Today on Richmond Mommies someone posted asking us about who we were in high school.  Here is my response:

I was friends with everyone. I was the DD for the getting-drunk rich kids and I could kick some boy butt in a game of Magic with my geeky friends. I went to every dance but the prom of my freshman year. I also won the School Spirit award two years in a row!   I LOVED HIGH SCHOOL! If I'd be promised that I'd have Ella all over again, I'd go back and do it again in an instant.

It is true...if I knew I would get to have Ella all over again, I'd head on back and relive those four years.  Sure, there was heartache and some shed tears (always over dumb boys), but I was in the band and friends with every sort of person in the school...even the girls with thick eye makeup who normally might have pummeled me.  Here is one of my favorite pictures with my band uniform:

Oh, how I loved being in the band...being a good student (but not so good that I made it into NHS - just wasn't a goal for me)...having friends...going on trips...DISCOVERING STARBUCKS!!!

You know, there was a group of us who frequented the Starbucks across from Innsbrook (the first one in Richmond) that they CLOSED THE STORE and threw a graduation party for us when that time came.  We invited our friends and got to drink a lot of free coffee and eat anything out of the case that hadn't be purchased that day.  What fun!!

Then I went back to RBC...for one year.  It was as wonderful as I ever imagined it.  Some of my childhood friends were there, too - two as students and one a high school senior who would be attending the next year.
But I got my heart broken and ran home that following summer.  You know, if I have any regrets in my life it would be that I left RBC.  I had made Master's 12 as a freshman - my dream since childhood.  What a dummy.

After that I worked in a really fun job waiting tables in a bar here in Richmond.  While I'm not proud of everything that occurred in that year of my life, I learned a lot from that time and I had a GREAT TIME!  All of my "wild" stories in life come from that year.

And then I hit the motherload of joy.  I was hired part-time to run the youth program at Parham Hills.  I got new license plates "PHCC YTH" (which stood for Parham Hills Christian Church Youth and not for what it says phonetically).  I wore out the church van driving my middle and high schoolers everywhere they wanted to go.  Not only did we go to at least five states for youth conventions, but we had more lock-ins than I care to remember.  When a kid had a game, I took as many other kids as I could with me to see them play.  We had so much fun together.  The two SonicFLOOd songs playing are two of our favorites.  We had big plans for the future...
My teens were the best and it was great to be so young that I was close enough to their age to have fun, but old enough to know where the lines needed to be drawn.
I remember Rebekah phoning the mother ship with her braces...and Timmy nearly getting us kicked out of a Target (he wasn't doing anything bad, I promise)
I remember standing in a room of 2000 people with my teens around me singing "Did You Feel The Mountains Tremble"...I remember how it felt when we got to the line "Swing Wide You Heavenly Gates...Prepare the Way of The Risen Lord..."  How moving it was to hear that many voices singing those words.
I was so sad to give up my position as youth director, but I had taken a full-time job and my time was so stretched that I was no longer meeting the needs of those teens.  I've always missed leading the way...someday I'll get to do it again.  As soon as Ella is old enough to tag along.

Then, I met Jeff (see previous post for more on that)...and had Ella.

Ella who will be two years old tomorrow.

Ella who helped me bake her birthday cake:

Does it get any better than this?  I think so...and I can't wait.