Sunday, May 19, 2013

Pentecost Sunday - Brought To You By The Color Red

Today we had a pretty special service at church.

Matt and Sarah Rideout and their two little girls visited our church 
and got a moment to give a quick plug for the work they are doing in Haiti.  

Not only did most everyone come dressed in red but the red super hero shirts 
that dozens of folks chose to wear were Team John Randall shirts.  
John Randall is a darling little boy in our church battling pediatric melanoma.  
These shirts have become a symbol of solidarity and support from 
our church and community for this sweet family.  

We recognized the graduating seniors (including my son, Ben)

The seniors included not only our regular church members but also the seniors 
from the Presbyterian Home for Children who spent 
the weekend with our youth at Maranatha.  

Even our clergy got in on the act. 
(I was joking with Mark about the fact that he was wearing a suit jacket with his t-shirt.  
I told him I would give him $5 is he would wear his sleeves pushed up Miami Vice-style.  
He had some flimsy excuse about them not staying up.  
Let's just say that the $5 bill is safely tucked in my purse.  

One of the highlights of the service was the children's sermon.  
 30+ preschoolers and party noise-makers 
makes for a loud children's sermon.  

It was rather chaotic.
And hilarious.

Three of my favorite seniors.  
Especially that one on the left.
(Although the other two are pretty special folks in my book!)

I had honestly forgotten that this was the Sunday that we had 
signed up to sponsor the flower arrangement.  

I came in and sat down and my friend told me how pretty she thought our flowers were.
 They were amazing.
A beautiful, bright rememberance of our daughter Hannah 
on what would have been her 18th birthday
a lovely floral representation of Pentacostal flames.  

We have grown to love this sweet family.  
I know that we will be seeing them as often as possible in Haiti.

I hope that we see them as often as possible in Huntsville too.  

It has been a busy and joyful weekend.  
My heart is full.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Birthdays and Cemetery Visits - It Must Be May 16

Today is the 18th birthday of my twins.  

Eighteen years ago I gave birth to my son Benjamin and my first daughter Hannah.  
Ben was a big healthy boy.
Hannah was a little tiny baby.

She had a rare syndrome that took 3 years to diagnose and that took her from us at 4 1/2 years old.  

Something that has always bothered me about Hannah's gravesite is that her cremains are buried near the headstone but her grave marker is down at the foot.   

It has always bothered my that the marker doesn't accurately mark where she is buried.  

Weird?  Maybe.  
But it does bother me.

Today Ben was home with me because he is all done with school.  
We started off the day going by to visit the grave, put out some fresh flowers, and finally moved the grave marker.  

Ben was very sweet about the whole thing.  

He worked hard

And never complained.  

Sometimes a son knows when to do a task for his momma without questioning.

This makes me happy.  
My handsome, smart, strong, momma-pleasing son 
and my daughter's grave marker where it rightly belongs.  

Happy 18th birthday in heaven, my sweet Hannah.  
We think of you everyday.

Happy birthday Ben.  
I can't wait to see what the future has in store for you!

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Mother's Day

On Friday I decided to change my Facebook profile picture 
to my mom's picture in honor of her for Mother's Day.

I realized that I didn't have a nice picture of her since Easter 2012.
I was rainy and cold this Easter and everyone came over to mom's for lunch after church and immediately changed into something comfy and warm.

No pictures were taken.
We didn't look very photogenic that day.

So, today after church my folks came to our home for lunch.
While the guys were busy in the kitchen making lunch for us (wow!  I know!)
I managed to get a few picture of my folks and with my folks.  
And Allison (she's a future mom, so it counts.)

Allison snapped a few pics of my folks with me.

Dad snapped a couple of Mom and me.

And I caught this one of my folks.  
I love this one.

The kids call Dad Stonewall Jackson.
I wonder why.

Happy 55th Mother's Day, Mom.  
I love you!

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Summer Dreaming

I came across these photos on my computer while looking for something else.  
Now I want tomato pie.

Not just any tomato pie but tomato pie made with tomatoes from my dad's garden.

This pie was made with a couple (really, just 2 tomatoes!) of tomatoes last summer.  

This isn't the healthiest of recipes (i.e. seriously fattening) so I don't make it too often.

I mean, after starting out with a homemade baked pie shell and filling it with virtuous slices of tomatoes you heap on 6 or so sliced of crumbled up bacon. What's not to love about something made with bacon.  
Mmmmmm, bacon.  

Then a layer of basil leaves are torn and added...

Then comes the motherlode of mayo, mozzarella, parmesan, garlic, and onion.  
Hurt me now!  

Spread all that cheesy goodness over the top and pop it in the over and then...


I mean, come on, what's not to love about this glistening, tomatoey-cheesy-garlicy-basily pie?

I am not a lover of summer weather but if it has to be summer to have this pie then bring it on!  

Who's with me?