A thee-post weekend. Rare for me; hope y'all's endurance is up...Interesting couple of days...
Audra and I celebrated our anniversary this past week by going out to Red Lobster (we didn't have to twist my mom's arm TOO much to watch Hope). After four years of marriage she's still by far the most incredible woman I know. I am dumbfounded that I got to "walk around the table" with this woman to whom I've been crowned, and now get to work out my salvation with her there to help.
So yeah. Then there's this. This is, no doubt, the happiest face I have ever seen, in my life, period. Hope's birthday party was yesterday, and I guess you could say she enjoyed herself a little bit. You could also, in the same frame of mind, say that Hitler was a somewhat unpleasant fellow. Many friends from the neighborhood and church came. Very blessed to have all of them there to celebrate the coming of our precious daughter into the world.
My dad, pictured here with Hope. He and my stepmother came down after the party (they weren't able to make it early enough from Oklahoma City), and we sat around and talked for about three hours, then went to dinner at Pappadeaux's.
Oh. My. Lanta.
If you EVER get a chance to order the Blackened Catfish Ophasophasomethingorother Platter, DO IT. Even if you call it Ophasophasomethingorother. Good stuff.
Listened on NPR to a fellow who, upon attending his twentieth high school reunion, discovered that his mostly negative perception of those years may have been all wrong, causing me to think of individual memories and how they can decieve you. Have you ever had one of those moments where you'd swear on a stack of Bibles (or the equivalent for those who don't do that sort of thing in the first place) that something happened a certain way, only to have EVERYONE around you calmly tell you, in that voice usually reserved for mental patients, that no, it wasn't like that, it wasn't like that at all? There is wisdom in a multitude of council, mostly because it helps the insistent-yet-delusional soul get back on the right track. Except this time the guy was actually proven right in the end. Ah well.
Daddy duty today in liturgy; Mama stayed home with bad allergies. Wonderful as always to step back and be a participant, a member in the Body of Christ, doing what the ekklesia has always done, feeding off the Lifeblood of my Maker.
Went 0 for 3 on showing our house to be sold, and each time stood up in the same, inconsiderate way: folks called to schedule an appointment, only to call it off after five days of planning due to having JUST NOW looked at the square footage (special person #1), or call it off the day of when you've known for TWO DAYS PREVIOUS that you were gonna do it (thanks, special person #2), or just NOT CALL AT ALL and not show up (extra-special person #3). Seriously, do people just engage the For sale by owner folks and make appointments for kicks? 'Cause this is odd....
Regardless, that 'bout sums it up. Hope your weekends were merry and bright, as well....