A Day in History

I have to admit, I was stuck watching the Inauguration yesterday...it intrigued me to watch history being made. No matter what your views, or if you voted for Obama or not, you have to agree that yesterday was a great day for our country. The girls and I watched as he took the Oath, and they had lots of questions...like, "Why is he placing his hand on the Bible?" "Why THAT Bible?" "Is it really cold there, 'cause we see smoke coming out of their mouths?" and my favorite, "Why is she wearing THAT hat?" (referring to Aretha Franklin). Yeah, that one I couldn't answer. :) ...which brings me to the fashion of the day...

Despite the objective from my husband, I thought Michelle Obama chose the right dress for the Inauguration. I thought it was classy, and so much better than the black and red one she wore in November. Paul thought it looked like one of his grandmother's doilies. That made me laugh, and yet I stuck to my opinion. Until...I saw the dress she chose for the Ball(s). Okay...so she traded in the doilie for the crocheted dress Granny made for her porcelain dolls-toliet paper covers! What was she thinking? She is 5'11", and quiet honestly, could probably pull anything off...anything but that! Oh Michelle! (as I am commenting wearing my pjs, a sweatshirt and ball cap...but hey, I'm laundry lady today...not The First Lady!)

At the end of the day, despite the verbiage blurp, horrible ending to prayers, the President doing the "bump", and Michelle's 'What Not to Wear,' the day was truly eventful. A Day in History...a day in teaching our children that although we may not agree with values or policies, we can change the history of a country if we just do what God wants us to do...give our leaders respect and our prayers. We can't expect our children to show respect to authority if we all they hear are our degrading opinions on our new leader. I definitely agree with Huckabee when he said that we don't have to respect his morals, decisions, or policies, but we must respect and pray for our New Leader....a New Leader who may have the biggest historical influence on our children! Have you prayed for him today?

Daddy or Hero?

There are so many things in my day that I take for granted...this is just one that grabbed my heart this morning. My loving husband always starts my van on his way out the door so it is defrosted and warm before we load up to take Caleb to school. A huge deal...no, but a loving act of kindness...YES. It was nice and toasty by the time we actually took Caleb to school (we were running a little late...a typical Monday). On the way home, Keaton had noticed that we had a slight freeze last night and wanted to know if it had snowed. Let's just say that trying to explain the difference between snow and frost to 2 four-year-olds is a task...I finally got them to understand a little...I think...anyway, Keaton didn't realize that Paul had warmed up the van, and so she was confused at why it was so cold outside and not inside. "Daddy loves us so much that he started our van for me so that all of us would be nice and warm this morning," I said. Her eyes grew big (she is a little animated anyway) and she said with awe..."that daddy of mine is like a HERO!" At that very moment, my heart smiled as I silently prayed a prayer of thanksgiving for Paul, and for the kind of dad he is. At almost 40, I am still learning what that kind of dad is like, and although I didn't have that kind of father to teach me what a hero should look like, I am SO THANKFUL that my kids...my girls...will know that kind of love from a daddy. And that one day, that kind of love will be revealed in how they look at our Heavenly Father. For showing them that kind of love...Paul is MY Hero. I am so blessed!