Growing up, my Pastor used to do something that made a real impression on me.
He would find himself in a "this is as good as it gets" moment, like coming home after a long day of work to a house full of kids (and stowaways..) who loved on him as soon as he came through the door. He would wrap his arm around them and pronounce with a broad smile,
"I'm a rich man!"
and usually in unison they would all reply,
"Why didn't you tell us???"
I loved those times and thought to myself what it would be like to have those "rich" moments myself when I had children of my own................
Isaac-the-hysick-the-high-sticky-stysick
He would find himself in a "this is as good as it gets" moment, like coming home after a long day of work to a house full of kids (and stowaways..) who loved on him as soon as he came through the door. He would wrap his arm around them and pronounce with a broad smile,
"I'm a rich man!"
and usually in unison they would all reply,
"Why didn't you tell us???"
I loved those times and thought to myself what it would be like to have those "rich" moments myself when I had children of my own................
Isaac-the-hysick-the-high-sticky-stysick
Abby-babs
Caleb
Nase
Anna (or as I called her in this dress, "The human popsicle" :-)
Lanie-Girl........Now I know.
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