The last two weeks or so of Senioritis!

Will we make it? We are crawling toward the finish line...Not really! What a trooper you have been these four years. I am proud of the Stallwart Senior that you are. Daily griping and complaining over your circumstances, like missmatched eyes and uncomfortable older sisters and too much to do and not enough room in the car. Somebody is always stepping on your toes or bothering you here and there and yet, you still find a way to negotiate the problem through. I am grateful for your sweet example of self control and obstinate peacemaking. I really respect that about you. I can rarely relate to your conflicts, but I can relate to your peaceful resolutions, when you use them. I know that this is not my example that has taught you this. I am learning from you, everytime.

We got the Seniors...(you know the rest, by know) Let's go Evvy, show us how!

Prom 2014

Easter pix. I love the light in my "EVA"Linda's Eyes"

I love the light in my "EVA"Linda's Eyes"

We've got the Seniors, On our side...

Do you have "Senioritis"? Indeed you do. You are walking around in the fog of Senioritis. Some of us get a fever and some of us can't function at the thought that all of this effort is coming into full bloom and adulthood is staring at us in the face, full on. You have a subtle version of the malady and very functional in all of it's external symptoms. We are pleased that you are still doing as well as you are. I wouldn't say get well soon, because we all have gotten it to one degree or another. Where will I go from here? What is next? All of the questions are running around your dear brain and we get to pick up the refuse from the struggle. Glad to do it. Loving you through the wondrous changes you are enduring is a great and happy privilege. I hope you know that.

"So Stop, stop, look around, Come on Seniors, show us How!"

Thank you Clarence Day Jr. for using your {pen} sword for our profit.

What a harried morning to forget where I put my bankcard. I do declare, I took it from Enoch and thought I knew where I put it in my bag, but I really threw it in there. In a rush to get the coffee. Isn’t that always the way of rushing. I ordered, just as quickly, sure that I would be able to find the card, when I got to the window. I wasn’t finding it. Various and sundry attempts proved an embarrassing fate. I don’t even think I got a good look at him. My eyes were still sleepy, from not having my coffee and delightfully, a good 5 minutes or so into the interaction, he said kindly, I got it for you. I really didn’t understand the kindness that he had showered, as yet, because “I DIDN’T HAVE MY COFFEE!’

Did I say that I hadn’t had my coffee, yet? I asked his name. I know that boy, I thought when I came to myself after about the third sip of my delightful brew. {It is a shame my necessity of it in the morning} I reminded myself of Mrs. Day. Completely oblivious to financial dealings. That is never my reality. I am ever so conscious, though not always in control. I loved thinking of the loving manner that Clarence Day Jr. referred to his mother’s inferiority in these matters. It was loving, but directive. Women shouldn’t be allowed to be ignorant of finances.

I hear Clarence Jr. saying in his building the next generation. I said to myself, what a beautiful answered prayer that we have a Janet Yellen to bless our country with the answer to the visionary expressive and loving direction of the Clarence Day Jrs. Who loved their wives and mommies enough to make a better world for them to live in. We still argue about those financial things, but it is from the light of mutual empowerment and not from the subjugation perspective.

What a grace!

Hi, McDonald's Girl!

Passionate for parenting

God can put a parenting yearning in your heart. That is rarely the motivation for becoming a parent. Certainly, your father and I were not aware that we needed the call of God to become parents. We were not surprised at the imminence of the events, when it happened. We studied and listened to tapes and sermons on the subject of parenting and made it our hobby to be parents who participated in the molding of our children. All of this can only put the tools in your hands. I dare you, dear child to put your heart into the relationships that God has planted in your heart already. Ask God for help and strength to be the best sister and daughter and see if He doesn't complete your life with the blessing of children to rear and mold. Making a living and mothering a living, is a calling from God. I dare you to target that goal as much as the beauty that you embrace and embellish. "Let your adorning be the adorning of a meek and quiet spirit; which is of the Lord of great price!" When the time comes...