People who remember other people's birthdays amaze me (you know who you are).
I've been friends with Sarah since 1986, and I'm pretty sure her birthday is in July.
Just kidding, it's January.
The point is, It's been 23 years, and I'm only pretty sure.
I try to make a point of remembering family member's birthdays, but beyond that, I'm hopeless.
So, dear friends, I'm going to forget your birthdays. It's not personal. I care about you. A lot.
What if I were to just wish all of you a blanket Happy Birthday from time to time? Perhaps quarterly?
So, Happy Birthday to YOU! (All of you.)
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
I got a new bike.
I had visions of riding all over St. Paul with Shirley in our matching helmets and our cute Burley trailer, saving the Earth from the noxious fumes of our mini-van.
I'm gonna let you in on a little secret.
Riding a bike...is a workout.
It hurts. A lot.
I'm not sure I'm that into my new bike anymore.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
I haven't had my "ideal" Easter.
I look forward to Resurrection Sunday services every year. Easter is hands-down, my favorite holiday. I love to honor the day the tomb was found empty.
Well...Shirley had a complete meltdown in the nursery, and Richard and I had to sit in the cry room for part of the sermon until SJ lost it in there, too. So, we moved to the nursing room, where the sound wasn't working properly. As Rich and I made our way back to the sanctuary for the rest of the music, I snarkily said, "Happy Easter," then burst into tears.
That's when it occurred to me: Christ died for me (and you) EVERY day. Not just on a special Sunday with my favorite music and Easter dresses with matching bonnets.
So, Happy Resurrection Sunday from me and mine.
f you read nothing today, read this: Christ died and rose again for us. You and me. He took our sins upon him so that we could be washed clean every day. Not just today.
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