On my heart

We were getting the boys in bed and Jim was asking each one of them what they had to pray for. Andy had already said his usual (Grandma, Nana, Pop....Mommy, Doug, Jo....my friends and family) so Jim was talking with Doug. I guess Andy thought of some more to add because he said something about having more to pray for.

I told him that he didn't have to have mommy or daddy to pray and that he could just say "Dear God" and then say what he wanted...that God would know what was on his heart.

Well, his answer was that "food" was on his heart....

More pictures!

Cake pictures! I also have to say thank you to Nana for the baptism onesie. She put the stitched butterfly on the onesie which is much more my style than having a frilly lacy thing.
I also finally found a picture that Roger happened to be in (along with Catherine and Nathan).

Baptism Pictures!

I did take pictures but haven't downloaded them from my own camera. So these pictures are from Pop's camera and from our friends Peter and Traci. I had to laugh because at the last minute Wade, who is a friend of our pre-move and also happens to be our minister, chickened out and had me walk up and down the aisle with Jo. I will post more pictures of family and friends once I get a chance and hopefully will be able to take house pictures soon!

Reminders

Every so often I feel like I get this nudge that reminds me about something...it might be something that I really need to remember or it might be something that gives me perspective on how far I have come.
Last Fall I was looking up an education research article for one of the profs I work for and suddenly came across a Math article written by someone I graduated college with. It turns out that she had gotten a doctorate, had gotten married (I'm not sure on the order), had a daughter, and is working at a small university on the East coast. It took me back to my undergraduate days and made me remember things that I hadn't thought about for a long time. Today I walked across campus to buy my textbooks for the new semester. I watched all the undergraduates and realized that even though I started as an undergraduate almost 15 years ago (wow!) that they were not that different then I was at the time. I was realizing how much I had changed since then.

Last night at choir we were singing a piece that had the phrase "peace that passes understanding" in it. That was my breath prayer back when I was thinking about having such a thing. It reminded me that I missed that and that I needed to keep that with me.