Not much to post today. Yesterday was a good day. I finally went back to Curves and it felt so great. I do not know why I have trouble getting there because I love going. Starting next week I am definitely going to be better about getting in three days a week. I am going to start going in to work later so I am going to try and to Curves first thing in the morning like I was doing last Summer. Well, we have a fun day planned today for Jeremy and I. We are taking the youth group to Opry Mills for a scavenger hunt and a movie. The kids(yes all three) are going to Gran and Papa's house for the afternoon. We are trying to get Chloe used to them before she starts staying with them while I am at work. They are actually only going to keep the girls starting in January. I am going to put Sam in some kind of K4 class. It would be a lot for Jeremy's parents to keep all three and I think Sam needs to be in some sort of classroom setting for a few months. Well we are getting ready to go. Jeremy is giving blood before we meet at the church. Have a Happy Thanksgiving! I will have plenty of pictures to post on Friday!
Monday, July 24, 2017
It is always hard jumping back into a blog post because there is always so much that has happened since the last time that I posted. We have had a pretty major change in our family in the last month, but there is another sort of change that has inspired this post this morning. I cut my hair yesterday. I know life shattering isn't it? I know it seems so trivial, but the truth is the Lord revealed something to me that I have never really thought about. I love my hair. We have made some memories over my 39 years. It actually started the moment I was being born and the doctor told my mom that I had a full set of black hair. Given the fact that my brother and sister who came before me were both bald headed, I think my mom made a comment to the doctor about if he was sure I was hers. My very first compliment was about my hair! I lived my young life with nice thick hair. Sometimes it was long and sometimes it was cut short. My Pawpaw used to call me Pete Rose because I had the bowl cut ...
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