Top Ten ways I am perfect for Holloween

#10.  I can drool on command at anytime.  And I can drool without commands as well.

#9. I walk with a limp that makes it seem like I have a peg leg.  I have trouble catching my kids at anything now because they always know when I am coming to check on them.

#8.  I slur many of my words  which freaks out the little kids. And older kids. And me.  If I get pulled over by a cop I am sure to be asked to do a sobriety test. Actually I don't think I freak them out as much as they just don't know how to take me.  The little kids look at me with blank expressions on their faces.

#7.  I can watch Charlie Brown and the great pumpkin all by myself.  I actually hate scary movies and dont sleep well when I watch them.  I watched 10 minutes of constantine on TV last night and promptly had to turn it off because it was a bit too scary. (I do like Sleepy Hollow though).

#6.  I walk very slowly which is kindof creepy if I am following you. 

#5.  My arms only come up to my shoulders now making my movements look like a t-rex.  To some it may seem I look  a little zombie like.

#4.  I think having a motorized wheelchair makes costumes way more exciting.  Think of it,  I can be the horse with night sitting on the back.  I can be a get-away car.  I can be a runaway stage coach. Oh the possibilities.

#3.I have a feeding tube that I can always pull out that will scare the dickens out of just about anyone.  Again maybe not scary. Just wierd. 

#2.  I don't do much cleaning anymore (I make my kids do it) so I am sure to spot more cobwebs around the house.

#1. When I yell I can't help but spit a lot.  I am sure i look quite insane when I do that.  Probably the only reason the kids still get chores done.

A new milestone

So I hit a new milestone yesterday. My seven year old daughter was getting ready for bed when she asked to play thumb war.  You know one, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war. Now you have to know If you are gonna beat me then you are going to feel good about it afterwards because for some reason I have no idea how to throw a game.    

I am sad to say I lost. And not on purpose. I was whipped soundly by my cute and adorable seven year old.

Luckily I can still beat her at chess. Granted she isn't sure how all the pieces move. 

Bring it.

I've been thinking a lot about the young woman who has chosen to end her life  due to terminal cancer. Perhaps you've seen her story? My heart breaks for her and her family. She is far too young to say goodbye.

But my heart breaks for her family in another way as well. I'm so sad that they won't get the opportunity to care for her, serve her and love her through her illness....and that she won't get to experience that kind of love.

I am so grateful for the time my kids and I get to have with Jon. I'm so excited that my children will experience and give Christ-like service in a way most children do not have the opportunity to give. My heart is so full of love when I think of taking care of Jon in the way that he deserves to be cared for. I am so grateful for the many lessons we will learn (and are learning) through this process... humility, strength, faith, gratitude... the list could go on and on. I am so grateful that while Jon's body fails him, his heart and his love will not fail my sweet family.

I am so grateful that we will experience the fullness of whatever God gives us.