OK so I decided to post a few pictures from today and I have a sweet story about Sam. Today Sam went to school with Jeremy and he met his teacher for next year and was able to see what his classroom will look like. Now most of you know that I am having a hard time thinking about my little boy going to school in the Fall, but I have done really good at not getting to weepy in front of him when we are talking about it. I do not want him to think that school is bad or that it makes me sad so I try to be very excited about it when we are talking about him going to school. Well today when they got home Sam went with me to exercise (they have a little room that kids can sit) and then we went and got an oil change in the van. During the oil change he came to the front to sit while they were working on the van. We were talking about his day and about his teacher and I guess my eyes started to tear up. Sam looked at me with the sweetest face and said, "Mom you do not have to be sad. I will always be your little boy and you will always be in my heart." Of course that did not help with the crying. I told him I was not crying because I was sad but I was crying because I am happy he is my little boy.
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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