My Fab Five: March 2009

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Anderson's 6th Birthday

The day has finally arrived!! Anderson could hardly wait to turn six. Last night as I kissed him goodnight he said, "Mom, this is the last time you will be near me while I'm five." (I almost cried. - I am getting sentimental in my old age.) He has hardly stopped talking today, he is so excited.

The long awaited clone suit.

We had waffles with strawberries and whip cream on them for breakfast. The cousins came over for a craft and chocolate pudding this afternoon. Tonight we go to Wendy's - his pick. And Saturday is his long awaited Pirate Party. (We are hoping this rain goes away!)

Funny Quotes From The Boys

I told Cai that Miss Maegan was going to have a new baby. He said, "Oh, did Arabella get lost?"
"Why aren't they red?" (Trevor) - this may not seem funny to you, so let me set the stage. . . we were reading a book (not the Bible) for family devotions. Kris had just said, "Jesus spoke these words." T popped his head up and scanned the book, asking the question that made me laugh til I had tears rolling down my cheeks.
"God has 15 hundred arms, because He never let's go of anybody" (Anderson)

Considering Lilies. . . a thought for you to ponder

“There is no moment when his eye is off of me, or his attention distracted from me, and no moment, therefore when his care falters. This is momentous knowledge. There is unspeakable comfort in knowing that God is constantly taking knowledge of me in love and watching over me for my good. There is tremendous relief in knowing that his love to me is utterly realistic, based at every point on prior knowledge of the worst about me, so that no discovery now can disillusion him about me, in the way I am so often disillusioned about myself, and quench his determination to bless me. There is, certainly great cause for humility in the thought that he sees all the twisted things about me that my fellow humans do not see (and am I glad!), and that he sees more corruption in me than that which I see in myself (which, in all conscience, is enough). There is, however equally great incentive to worship and love God in the thought that, for some unfathomable reason, he wants me as his friend, and desires to be my friend, and has given his Son to die for me in order to realize this purpose.” J.I. Packer