I will probably never hear the end of it about forcing "the hubs" to go to a New Year's eve concert. We got a group of adults together and several youth to go the the (M)Pact concert in Nashville. The first 4 hours were awesome. The last hour, we decided, was just not for us.
These kids were the main reason we went...other than the $20 ticket price!
Let me tell you about how we have come full circle! Original post 3 years ago we went to a little known concert one weekend. It was full of fun and games and a free hot dog/burger dinner. After dinner there was a message and then a band played. They were good...really good. So good in fact that my youngest (at age 9) wanted their autograph. It might have been the start of our spiritual journey, only we didn't know it. That band? Sidewalk Prophets.
And they were just as good 3 years later...and yes, he asked for their autograph again. Some day little man, some day!
This guy was awesome. I'm not sure of his name, but he was an illusionist...a fancy name for "magician". Ha. But he was awesome. I'm sure if I researched it, I would find out how he did this, but it would kill the whole trick. I'd rather just wonder!
Matthew West. Enough said. Awesome, amazing, priceless. We are all still singing "I am a Child of the One True King!" His testimony brought tears. Worth.every.penny.
Every time we travel to Ohio, we make a trip to Amish country. There is nothing better than amish swiss cheese. And I'm a cheesehead by birth/blood! So we make the 30 minute drive each visit. I replenish my spices at the Ashery and pick up a wheel or 5 of swiss cheese. I do prefer spring or summer, but I'll go anytime we get a chance!
You know it's a good place to shop when the amish also shop here!
I love the countryside and although it can be hard to stop for pictures along the hilly roads, we went back for this picture. Something just drew it to me. Unfortunately, I cannot decide which version I like better! I love the color, but the vintage also draws me.
No help around here either. Everyone like both of them. I probably should have asked the cat. :)
I really dislike traveling for the holidays. I know it's "necessary", but an hour into our trip, we had car trouble and sat on the side of the road for 4 hours. It worked out in the end, but I was grateful that my kids were not with us and I did not have to worry about the dangers we were sitting in. Funny how it doesn't seem "as dangerous" when it's just me vs when you throw kids into the mix! It all worked out, but the rest of the trip I worried about it happening again...which I why I hate traveling in the winter.
We went to visit an air museum and the kids were in 7th heaven. Me, not so much. But I tagged along anyway and got some cute shots of them.
Get inside a plane? Heck yeah!
And that smile is why I went!
And this is why I laugh each day!
Please quit growing!
He moved a lever, which moved a flap and the excitement was hilarious!
Again, please quit growing!
I couldn't tell you a thing about this plane that they are restoring, other than it's got a picture that's a cross between Popeye and Olive Oyl! Go figure! All in all, I'm always glad to spend family time together, even if it's not my thing. If you don't show interest in what your kids are in to, you will regret it when they are gone!
has the last month gone? Between sickness, Christmas, traveling, sickness, New Years, the polar vortex, more sickness and life in general, the last month has just flown by! Right before Christmas I had my last OpLove request of the year. Again, I can't say no. They've given so much and it's such a small thing that I can give back.
Travis first contacted me from overseas to ask about OpLove.
I met up with Bekka, his wife, at the hanger, and we spent the next few hours waiting. We were told the flight was delayed an hour, but somehow the winds were with us and they made up some time! There is no way to avoid getting the goosebumps when you hear the words "15 minutes until arrival" and the cheers go up!
How do you not shed a tear when the plane lands?!
It seems like forever until the plane taxi's to the staircase.
And forever until they are lined up and the hanger doors open giving you a glimpse of your loved one.
And then, in the blink of an eye, you're in his arms and nothing else matters.
If only for 15 minutes, your loved one is home...safe! Welcome Home Soldiers, welcome home!