Celebrating Palm Sunday
Sweet Girl's picture: Jesus riding into Jerusalem on a donkey.
Love Bug's picture: A little girl waving palm leaves.
These are the pictures that my husband drew for the girls' notes this morning. On most Sundays, my husband does not see the girls at all because he leaves before they get up and comes home after they are in bed. He started writing notes for Sweet Girl when she was close to three years old. As Love Bug got older, she seemed to look like she was wondering where her note was, so my husband started writing one for her, too. Now, if my husband will be gone all day, my husband draws a picture of something that the girls have been doing or something relevant about the day. Sweet Girl's note is typically longer than Love Bug's note. It is so cute to see them come out Sunday morning to see what picture Daddy drew them and then they want me to read them their notes. The girls color in their pictures while I get them breakfast.
We listened to church online this morning and I had the following stuck in my head all day:
Jumping up and down.
Jumping up and down.
Jumping up and down.
After breakfast and church, we got ready to go to Grandmommy's for a surprise birthday party for my uncle (my mom's brother). Almost every week we go to Grandmommy's, I see this homeless man, a veteran, standing by the side of the rode with a printed sign saying he's a wounded combat veteran. (I don't know why, but he reminds me of my father every time I see this man.) I will not typically invite someone I don't know over to my car--for safety reasons--but felt led to help out this man today. I motioned for him to come over to my car as we sat at the red light. Our conversation went something like this: He said he sees my car drive through that way quite a bit and asked if I knew that it was Palm Sunday. I told him I did and to have a blessed day. As he walked away, he asked if I was a veteran and I said no. He said oh, you were smart. (My father and brother were in the military as well as other family members.) When I told him I had been a teacher, he said that's the most important job.
I don't know why God led me to want to help out this veteran today, but I was thankful that I did. He was very thankful and cheery and I have a feeling that in his own way, this man is sharing the love of Christ with those that he comes in contact with. Please join me in praying for this man and his current situation and that God will use him for His glory.
The traditional birthday banner!
A Surprise Birthday Party!
My uncle's birthday is on Tuesday. This will be his first birthday without Pap-poo being there. My parents and Shaba Girl had planned a surprise birthday party for him when he came over today. They had quite the lunch menu. My mom made Pap-poo's meatballs, my dad made his delicious coleslaw and Shaba Girl helped make the chocolate chip cookies--from scratch. We also had mozzarella planks (bigger than sticks) with marinara dipping sauce. They had also made a batches of everything for my uncle to take home as his birthday present. Lucky man!
Getting ready for lunch.
Homemade chocolate chip cookies for everyone else.
When my uncle arrived, we all shouted "Surprise!" He expected us all to be there, but not that there was going to be a party for him. As he came in, Shaba Girl crowned my uncle with a crown--a Burger King crown. What a fun idea!
After opening his cards and gifts, it was time for "cake." Since my uncle is not a "cake person," he had a plate of the chocolate chip cookies with a candle. We all sang happy birthday and then we all sang "and many more!" which is the part Pap-poo used to sing at everyone's birthday. I have to admit, that part makes me emotional now every time we sing it.
My uncle waiting to blow out the candle.
We all ate the yummy lunch so lovingly prepared by my parents and Shaba Girl. It was a great time spent with family. We all are blessed. My parents have a way of making people feel special and today was no exception!
Daffodils starting to bloom out front.
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