More than enough for me

I really was dreading valentines day this year. Looking forard to another year without a valentine I was not (that kinda sounded like Yoda it did). I've never really cared that much about valentines day, it's not a "real" holiday anyway. I think Hallmark made it up. But this year it was kinda kickin' my butt.

Enter God.

This week He's been reminding me, or maybe enlightening me for the very first time, that if the only gift I ever received in my life was my salvation...if the only thing I ever got was Jesus - to know Him and to be known by Him. The promise of eternity with my Creator...if that was all I ever got in this lifetime, it would be more than I could ever hope for. MOre than I could ever want or imagine. Everything else is gravy. Anything I could ever have, anywhere I could ever go, anything I could ever do or be or experience - it's frosting and sprinkles and whipped cream. It IS good! But it all pales in comparison to my One true love.

Thank you Jesus for being my valentine. My husband. My love. My everything.

Nicolas Dynamite

This morning I got the boys in the car to give them a ride to school because it's rippin' freezing outside! We also gave Kyle's friend Devon a ride, so the two of them of course were being obnoxious five year olds in the back seat. Nothing unusual there.

I got in next to Nick as we are ready to leave and said "how's it going?"

He said, in a very Napoleon Dynamite kind of way, "how do you THINK it's going? I'm in the car with two kindergarteners acting like dinosaurs."

I was so proud of him, and resisted the urge to follow up his statement with "gosh!"