Jam Bandit...bet you didn't see that one coming. We have one in our house, and her name starts with an N. Ever since I started sharing my jam-laden breakfast toast with Norah , the jam disappears every time the refrigerator opens. I almost never see her take it, but thankfully, she always stashes it in the same place...by the fireplace. (She can't open it, but that doesn't seem to dash her hopes of keeping it all to herself in her "secret" hideout.) I think I may have discovered at least part of the "lure of the jam"--as I was taking this picture, I found Norah crouching down with the jam, carefully peeling the label as she said, "Grapes...grapes"...so maybe it was the sticker she wanted all along.James...one of my favorite books in the Bible. Especially the first chapter. It has been so comforting (and humbling) to me in times of hardship, and also useful to share with others who I know are struggling. I can also see the truth in those words when I look back at how my faith has grown through difficult experiences.
Jason...my sweetheart, my husband, and my best friend. He is an amazing dad. It is unmistakable--the way that Norah looks at him, you know she thinks he hung the moon. He can come home completely worn out from a hard, laborious day, and he somehow manages to muster more energy to play with her like he's fresh out of bed. He is a thoughtful, loving husband. Often times mowing the lawn, taking out the trash, helping clear the table after dinner, and even getting Norah dressed for church on Sunday mornings so I can have a little extra time to primp, all without having to be asked. He is an excellent provider for our family, working a hard, labor-intensive job, so that I can stay home with Norah, and seldom complains about the "fairness" of it all. Most importantly, he is a man of God, and the spiritual leader of our family. I never have to beg him to go to church with us, and I am so proud every time I hear him lead a prayer (whether at our table, or in front of the church) or teach a Bible lesson. I am blessed beyond measure to have Jason as my husband and partner for life.Jury Duty...I was never selected until after Norah was born, and as her "sole childcare provider" during the day, I am now exempt (if I choose to be). I actually get a little excited each time I'm summoned (maybe it's just curiosity about something I haven't tried yet?), but still can't justify leaving Norah all day to go through the selection process when I might not even be chosen, and if I am, leaving her for however many more days the case demands. Maybe someday, when the kids are a little older I'll get my chance to "live out" my court room fantasy.
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I just popped over here from Kathy C.'s blog and had to say I love your ABC posts! Since J's my letter, I have to love it even more. Very sweet things you describe indeed, and I only read J, I and H! I'll have to go back and look at the rest. And I HAVE TO do this myself!
I can't believe you are excited about jury duty. I am dreading the day I get the letter that summons me! You are definately braver than me...props to you!
Very sweet post. I'll have to say that you're not missing much on the jury duty. I was summoned during the first month of my first year teaching...AND I was selected. I missed 2 full days of work, which doesn't sound like much but it was. The funny thing was that Steve Smith was the judge and when I got bored I would just picture him making us all rise to sing a church song!! :)
Jenny..thanks for stopping by, and I hope you have fun with your ABC's!
Irma...crack me up! Now I know if I ever get jury duty with Judge Smith I'll not be able to keep a straight face. Thanks for the morning laugh.
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