A bazillion years ago, I was a flower girl. I wore a floor-length, bubble gum pink dress, my Dorothy Hamill bob was smooth and I carried flowers. I remember nothing about the day, I only know what I know about my big day through pictures. I also have a delicate necklace with a cameo charm (it was 1978, I think) that I have always treasured as a keepsake.
Flash forward 30 some odd years, and it was MaM’s turn to be a flower girl. She’s not quite five, but she got to wear a hot pink dress, wear a tiara and carry a cute purse full of flowers. She shared the honor with her cousin, and the two of them did a great job. They then proceeded to dance the night away at the reception.
MaM fell asleep in my lap at 9:30pm, and she kept her beautiful hot pink dress on until bedtime Sunday. She was fancy, and girly, and LOVED just about every minute of it!
Aren't the flowers in the purse the cutest???They walked down the aisle SOO nicely!This is the youngest Mc brother and his lovely bride!The three of us....the boy spent the weekend at Camp GrandmaOf course I had to try on the tiara! This little girl DANCED, DANCED, DANCED! My fav shot of the night--the cousins sat down to watch the bride and groom dance.
So emails are starting to fly amongst my gal pals, we are starting to plan for summer. Starting to plan because weeks and weeks on end with no plan at all sort of stresses me out. Mostly because without a goal each day, I’d sit here, on the Internet while my kids zone out at the TV until at least noon every day. We are looking at the free movies, the library reading programs and maybe jazzing up the around-town itinerary with a scavenger hunt or two.
As we were figuring out who was going where when, the topic of Vacation Bible School came up. MaM’s been looking forward to going to our Church’s program, and I’ve been planning what I could do for two hours each morning with Junior while she sings Kumbayah.
Then we registered this past weekend. And VBS this year is 6-8 PM. There goes that plan. Of course she’ll still go, of course she’ll still love it, but there won’t be that week of “this is why we are getting dressed before noon, and Junior, what would you like to do today” .
Then a friend shared that her boys were going to VBS at a church near their house, not their actual church. And then she threw out the name of a church near us that has a morning VBS one week in June.
AND THEN I GOT AN IDEA.
What if we church hopped all summer? What if each week I sent MaM to a new VBS? The price can’t be beat (most are $20-$30 for the week), and who couldn’t use more Bible schooling?
AND THEN MY FRIEND GOT AN IDEA.
(clue for week 1) This church has a fun festival and living Nativity at Christmas. Do you know what church this is?
What if we church hopped all summer, scavenger hunt style?
(clue for week 2) This church is across from your favorite park. Do you know what church this is?
Each week, the kids would get clue, and once they figured out which church it was, they could go to that VBS.
Theme for the summer:
Where
Would
Jesus
Be
(clue for week 3) We pass this church every day on the way to school. Do you know what this church is?
By now you’ve probably heard of the horrific story involving a Russian boy being put on a plane and essentially returned to Russia by his adoptive mother. We did a special post about it at Grown in My Heart – want to read the opinions of EIGHT opinionated writers? Here’s the link: http://www.growninmyheart.com/russian-children-and-abandonment-current-news
Today (4/15/10) has been declared “An Adoption Blogger Day” by the Joint Council on International Children Services. It’s a day for families involved with adoption to tell their stories. Stories that talk about the day-to-day. Stories that talk about tough adoption issues. Stories that talk about love. Stories that speak the truth.
So here’s our story:
Almost five years ago we became parents through open, domestic adoption and we’ve never looked back. We’ve never regretted it. We had no idea how much our children would change us for the better. We had no idea how much we would love these children. How much we weren’t living until they arrived.
