Fathers Day!

Fathers Day... where should I begin? My hubby decided (well...asked) if he could go 4-wheeler-riding with a friend for the day. Since we have several Fathers and Grandfathers that live within driving distance I told him as long he we wouldn't be missing any big family gatherings that I wouldn't mind at all. Lucky for him, when I called around there wasn't much going on so he made plans to go. I thought I'd just spend the day at home with the kids and try to get some cleaning done, but at the last minute we had a message that there would be a get-together with some of his family. So I decided I would just pack the kids up and make the rounds (which meant 4 stops). The closest stop being a little over an hour away and about 30 minutes in between each one. Of course, I totally judged the timing wrong, so we only ended up spending about 45 minutes at each stop until we reached our final destination, where my hubby met up with us (that's the area where he was 4-wheeling).

Even though we rushed around all day and dodged huge lightning storms in between, the kids were actually really good. It usually takes them about an hour to warm-up to new places so they never were comfortable enough to complain or whine even though they didn't have lunch or dinner until after 8pm. My 3-year-old even proudly recited all 18 of the bible verses he knows for his Aunt and Grandmother (OK...I had to bribe him and promise him he could have some Sprite if he did it). Later, when we realized how late it was getting we ordered pizza. When it arrived, everyone was finding places to sit and eating as fast as they could while 5 different conversations were going on (the normal chaos). Then, Ty quietly started singing our usual mealtime prayer. Within seconds, the room was silent and we all prayed together. It was adorable and of course, I felt soooo proud of him.

Now that I'm thinking about it, my kids have been really into prayer lately. Before we left for our adventure today, I was telling the boys about all the "Dads" we were going to see. They asked if we'd be seeing Paw Paw Courtney. I told them we wouldn't because he was in heaven with Jesus (and has been for over 20 years). So they decided we should say a prayer and ask Jesus to tell him Happy Father's Day for us. Of course...we did. Later while driving in a really bad rain storm I heard Sam whispering something to himself so I turned the radio down to hear him . He must have sensed that I was nervous because he was telling God that he knew we needed rain to make the flowers grow, but if he could please just slow it down for a little while. Again...soooo proud and touched that he was doing that for me.

I really think I'm going to like this blogging thing. I probably would never have remembered these moments if I hadn't sat down and thought about something great to say about today.