Last Sunday we had a birthday party for Jesus at church, and they asked everyone to tell what Jesus means to them. I was all set to fight tears during my testimony, because I was struggling already, but my daughter saved me from that by puking on me at the beginning. Everyone laughed a little and it was easily wiped up with a paper towel. Then I started again, and suddenly everyone screamed, "NOOO!"
My Elisabeth had found a partially digested fragment of apple on my skirt that I'd missed and delightfully popped it into her mouth.
No chance of crying there.
I will blog again about what I said, just wanted to "share"
We are visiting my dad's church--as you can see, they aren't stuffy people at all.
The picture is Becca and her new haircut!