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Our church men and my men huddled together in the back.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Colton got to lick the strawberry freezer jam bowl that I had just scraped out...now you know the rest of the story.
On my grandmother Scarbrough kitchen cabinet hangs a sign that I have always loved and memorized. It is as follows:
Thank God for dirty dishes
They have a tale to tell
While other folks go hungry
We're eating very well.
For home, and health,and happiness
We shouldn't want to fuss
For by this stack of evidence,
God's been very good to us!
With this wonderful poetry in mind, I've concoccted other little rhymes along this line. The following is one that fits this blog of my messy child:
Thank God for messy boys
They have a tale to tell
While other folk are childless
Our quiver is quite swell.
For toys askew and frazzled nerves
We shouldn't want to fuss
For by these signs of men to be
God's been very good to us!
First was the Hausman family, second, my sister,Cheryl and her family with Grandmamma and Papa Scarbrough, and third was our friends from Hobe Sound, Bill and Della Dolan with their granddaughter, Hayley. She and Weston are around the same age.
Hayley and a smile

Hayley wondering who these big boys are and where she has landed.
My sweet cousin, Laura, who slid in at midnight and scurried away right after breakfast on the same day of Colt's B-day. She and I used to live right beside each other in TN. Kinda feel like we bonded like missionaries do on a foreign field! Standing here outside of what used to be our great aunt's house, we look like we're from the country in our gingham and broad smiles. It WAS Memorial Day...and we didn't even plan on being red,white and blue together. ( We I first saw this picture, Laura, I thought, "Oh, Aunt Cora would be proud!"). I really love Laura and wish she'd be my neighbor again...for her company and laughs and her girls being my babysitter!
Hayley wondering who these big boys are and where she has landed.
He is now 3 years old! He is potty trained and coming up with clever remarks. He and I were reading a book that had the alphabet letters in it. As we were coming to each new one, I would have him repeat after me if he didn't remember it. When we came to the letter U, I said it but he wouldn't repeat it. After the third time, he said, "Ooooohhh, the letter ME!"
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