Everyday Imperfect

I'm more than a little sentimental today. Today marks my son's 15th birthday! In fact, as a write this post - exactly fifteen years ago my water had broken and I was arguing with my ob/gyn about whether I really HAD to go to the hospital or not. (3 false labors -- I was a little tired of that hospital. ... And the sweet old Pink Ladies were getting on my nerves asking "Oh, you're back, dear?" grrrrrrr.......) So I decided to pen a letter to my boy. I made sure to post it on social media so that he would ACTUALLY see it (and so that I could embarrass him appropriately). Maybe one day soon I'll share his story. But for now, I'm just thankful for today. Dear son: 15 years ago today, I knew that you were on your way. I knew that the very thing your Daddy and I had prayed for (for years) was coming to be, and I'd finally be able to hold my son in my arms. And I prayed a little more. We prayed a long time, very speci...

You see that ring on the left? The big ol’ cluster ring? If you’ve met me in the last 20 years, you saw me wearing that ring.  My husband asked me to marry him with that ring.  What you may not know is that when we got engaged, we were young, starry-eyed and DIRT POOR! 😉  We were really blessed that my maternal grandmother (my Granny)  was the first owner of that ring.  And I tease my husband that the reason he asked me with THAT ring  was because he knew I wouldn’t say no while he was holding MY GRANNY’s ring!  That ring isn’t so old, even though it belonged to Granny. Yes, my Papa gave it to her, but he gave it to her 50 years after their wedding!  I guess since they only knew each other for three days before they got married, he didn’t have time to get her a real wedding ring.  Yes, you read that right— THREE DAYS they knew each other before they got married.  Who in their right mind would ma...