I went to bed really depressed on Tuesday night. Then on Wednesday morning I woke up. Sydney Marie was kicking away and rolling around in my belly. Julie-Ann was snuggled up against my back. Calvin was getting up to get ready to go to work and provide for all of us girls. We took a walk, and the sun was still shining! The temperature was perfect, and we played outside for an hour and a half. We had a song service on Wednesday night, and I have just decided I am far too blessed to be depressed about this election. God is in control, and my life is perfect.
I have learned something interesting about myself recently. I apparently say "Big O" a lot. Julie-Ann has picked up on it and has said in the last week:
"Daddy, you're a Big O boy."
"Mommy, that's a Big O ladder."
"There's a Big O mess."
"That's a Big O punkin."
"That's a Big O strawberry."
It's really cute. My little Southeast Texan.
I have learned something interesting about myself recently. I apparently say "Big O" a lot. Julie-Ann has picked up on it and has said in the last week:
"Daddy, you're a Big O boy."
"Mommy, that's a Big O ladder."
"There's a Big O mess."
"That's a Big O punkin."
"That's a Big O strawberry."
It's really cute. My little Southeast Texan.
