What a weekend.
I should have known it was going to be a little crazy when I woke up Friday morning to my dog making a noise I can't quite describe. He had a cough. But not like a normal cough. More like, "I have a chicken bone in my throat and need to be rushed to the vet right now" cough.
Sure enough, as I was rushing about trying to get him in the car, I found chicken bones and splinters scattered throughout the kitchen. Bummer.
I'm happy to report that Champ is fine but must now be given 4 pills a day. Y'all. Let me let that "4 pills a day" sink in just a tad. It's not like you just hand a dog a glass of water and say, "swig 'er down boy." Oh no.
Praise the Lord for the invention of sliced cheese and my discovery that if one opens up the pills and smushes (is that a word?) all the powder into the cheese forming a doggy cheese medicine ball- life is good.
Friday night Art and I spent one hour with our son home from college. One hour. One hour where we met at a restaurant and I tried with all my might to be a big girl and not cry and carry on about how much I miss him.
I did good.
Sorry English majors. I meant, I did well.
Then the one hour was up.
And I did not do so well.
Those dang hormones.
But I had a trick up my sleeve that would give me one more hour of time with my son the next morning. The Family Christmas photo session.
Oh yes.
The joy of every fall at the TerKeurst home. I'm happy to report I didn't hurt anyone. Although I'm pretty certain several of my offspring and one husband may have wanted to hurt me with all my "but the light isn't quite right in those 15 shots and for Pete's sake why is it so hard for you people to look happy," comments.
My people are emotionally allergic to the photograph.
Mercy.
Then we had a wedding to attend on Saturday afternoon.
See? Can you feel the absolute joy my husband must have been feeling about his Saturday- a wedding and Christmas photos? Could life get any better for a man cub? All he had to miss was a little arm chair quarterbacking. Alabama was playing somebody in some big game--- football I think. And it was a really big deal. Something about rankings and status and who knows what else.
But none of that would be.
Because a blushing bride and a handsome groom had requested our presence.
Sigh. I think every married couple should have to go to at least one wedding a year. Kind of like continued ed courses medical people have to take.
After the wedding we spent our Saturday night with me smooshing (how do you spell that word?) dog medicine into a cheese ball and Art watching a taped Alabama football game. Our boys were out with friends. And our girls made up dances to teenie bopper songs and needed me to watch their masterpieces in between all my cheese ball making.
Life- I think some of that should be in the vows we take and make. I promise to love you through chicken bone emergencies-missed football games- teenie bopper performances- hormonal tears about our college son's absence-and the annual dreaded Christmas photo session.
Lastly, my weekend was topped off with a trip the Skating rink on Sunday after church. A friend of Brooke's was having his 10th birthday party.
Y'all I forgot how much I love skating.
I may or may not have danced while sporting some of my more stellar skating techniques much to the embarrassment of my daughter. And I may or may not have raced the birthday boy and won.
Oh yes ma'am.
I may or may not have thought about how I distinctly remember being in 4th grade at the skating rink dreaming of what my husband would one day be like. What my life would one day be like.
And as I was doing the hokie-pokie and turning myself around I smiled at my chicken bone choking, wedding attending, football interrupting, Christmas photo taking life.... and I sang out loud, "that's what it's all about!"
I'll post the winner of last week's contest tomorrow. And I have a BIG HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT tomorrow.
I can't wait!
In the meantime, if you live in or around Lake Charles, Louisiana...I would love to meet you at Trinity Baptist Church this coming weekend. I might even show you some of my hokie pokie moves. Or not.
I should have known it was going to be a little crazy when I woke up Friday morning to my dog making a noise I can't quite describe. He had a cough. But not like a normal cough. More like, "I have a chicken bone in my throat and need to be rushed to the vet right now" cough.
Sure enough, as I was rushing about trying to get him in the car, I found chicken bones and splinters scattered throughout the kitchen. Bummer.
I'm happy to report that Champ is fine but must now be given 4 pills a day. Y'all. Let me let that "4 pills a day" sink in just a tad. It's not like you just hand a dog a glass of water and say, "swig 'er down boy." Oh no.
Praise the Lord for the invention of sliced cheese and my discovery that if one opens up the pills and smushes (is that a word?) all the powder into the cheese forming a doggy cheese medicine ball- life is good.
Friday night Art and I spent one hour with our son home from college. One hour. One hour where we met at a restaurant and I tried with all my might to be a big girl and not cry and carry on about how much I miss him.
I did good.
Sorry English majors. I meant, I did well.
Then the one hour was up.
And I did not do so well.
Those dang hormones.
But I had a trick up my sleeve that would give me one more hour of time with my son the next morning. The Family Christmas photo session.
Oh yes.
The joy of every fall at the TerKeurst home. I'm happy to report I didn't hurt anyone. Although I'm pretty certain several of my offspring and one husband may have wanted to hurt me with all my "but the light isn't quite right in those 15 shots and for Pete's sake why is it so hard for you people to look happy," comments.
My people are emotionally allergic to the photograph.
Mercy.
Then we had a wedding to attend on Saturday afternoon.
See? Can you feel the absolute joy my husband must have been feeling about his Saturday- a wedding and Christmas photos? Could life get any better for a man cub? All he had to miss was a little arm chair quarterbacking. Alabama was playing somebody in some big game--- football I think. And it was a really big deal. Something about rankings and status and who knows what else.
But none of that would be.
Because a blushing bride and a handsome groom had requested our presence.
Sigh. I think every married couple should have to go to at least one wedding a year. Kind of like continued ed courses medical people have to take.
After the wedding we spent our Saturday night with me smooshing (how do you spell that word?) dog medicine into a cheese ball and Art watching a taped Alabama football game. Our boys were out with friends. And our girls made up dances to teenie bopper songs and needed me to watch their masterpieces in between all my cheese ball making.
Life- I think some of that should be in the vows we take and make. I promise to love you through chicken bone emergencies-missed football games- teenie bopper performances- hormonal tears about our college son's absence-and the annual dreaded Christmas photo session.
Lastly, my weekend was topped off with a trip the Skating rink on Sunday after church. A friend of Brooke's was having his 10th birthday party.
Y'all I forgot how much I love skating.
I may or may not have danced while sporting some of my more stellar skating techniques much to the embarrassment of my daughter. And I may or may not have raced the birthday boy and won.
Oh yes ma'am.
I may or may not have thought about how I distinctly remember being in 4th grade at the skating rink dreaming of what my husband would one day be like. What my life would one day be like.
And as I was doing the hokie-pokie and turning myself around I smiled at my chicken bone choking, wedding attending, football interrupting, Christmas photo taking life.... and I sang out loud, "that's what it's all about!"
I'll post the winner of last week's contest tomorrow. And I have a BIG HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT tomorrow.
I can't wait!
In the meantime, if you live in or around Lake Charles, Louisiana...I would love to meet you at Trinity Baptist Church this coming weekend. I might even show you some of my hokie pokie moves. Or not.
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