My First Shoes
My First 40 something Picture
Today's mission: girls night in!
I have a three year old who has learned very quickly the importance of girls night out (or in). She asks on a fairly regular basis when she and I can have girls night. For her, girls night is all about the popcorn and coke that she deems as a requirement to all girls' nights. She also strongly believes a movie should play a key role but knows that it is not crucial.
The men of the house scored some free Hawks tickets for the evening so it was a perfect opportunity for girls night. She and I (and a few other friends) were able to celebrate my last night of my thirties. The thirty-something decade was surly a great one. I had an amazing time during this tenure. I visited Vienna. I preached the opening of a new church. I had a baby girl. I completed my Master's degree. I visited London and Paris. I became a dog owner. I met amazing people. .I read through the Bible. I learned how to paint.
So as I sat with my friends to ponder the importance of these years, I enjoyed a tall glass of one of my favorite cocktails - limeade mixed with a fiber supplement.
I know how to party.
He-who-shall-not-be-named-in-sermons-or-blogs snapped the above photo at 12:01. My first minute of being 40 was exciting. I got flowers and hugs and then shooed everyone out the door because I was about to turn into a pumpkin. It was, after all, two hours past my bedtime.
- New King James Version
Train up a child in the way he should go, And when he is old he will not depart from it.
Until Everyone Hears,