Happy Birthday Little Lili-Ladybug!

Source:  A camp friend

 

Our youngest grandchild is 1 year old today!!!! Happy birthday little Lili!   I can't believe how fast this year has flown by!  :)

This picture was taken of the two of us at church camp at the end of July.  That means she's 2 months older now (well, so am I, actually) but it's still a very good likeness of her (and me). 

P.S.  I'm the tired looking one in the photo.

Happy birthday, sweetie!  Gram loves you very much!

The Quotable Fen

Courtesy of his mother and her cellphone

A two year old can say the cutest things sometimes. The fact that they don't realize they are saying cute things somehow makes them even cuter! Fen has provided us with several such sayings recently.

• In reply to his other grandma when she asked who he saw at our church's Homecoming service and dinner.

"Well, not Lisa!"

He obviously feels that no homecoming is complete without her. Several us concur.

• Also to his other grandparents when he was asked what his mother is giving him next year.

"A baby sister."

He wants a baby brother. Go figure!

• To me when Pastor Dad and I stopped by their house for a moment to drop off a few items.

"Gram!  Dinner is ready!  Come eat!"

I took the accompanying emphatic gestures to mean that he was being very hospitable. I also suspected he might not like what they were having and was willing to donate his own meal. I didn't ask. And I didn't stay either.

• To me at Karen's one afternoon when I explained my presence to all of the grandchildren by announcing that I had just dropped in "to stir up trouble."

"That's me!!!!!" said with a gesturing pat to his own chest.

No doubt that title sometimes fits him and a few others in the room who shall at this time remain nameless. :)

Answered Prayers

Early this morning I went to the radiology department of my doctor's office for my follow-up ultrasound. (Why so "early" you might wonder? My morning coffee was commandeered to meet that "full bladder" requirement. No need to drink more fluid than usual. And if you wonder why I needed a "follow-up" ultrasound in the first place feel free to read about the earlier one here.)

I really wasn't looking forward to today and had a bit of trouble falling asleep last night thinking about the things I'd need to do prior to the surgery that was to follow this procedure.

But guess what?! The ultrasound technician peered down at my anxious face from her stool next to the screen and asked, "Just what is it that I'm supposed to be checking because there's nothing amiss. Both ovaries look great this time around."

To quote The Bear when he heard the news, "Wow!"

All I could say was "Thank you, Jesus!"

I'll still need to hear the "official" word from my doctor but the woman scanning my insides was pretty excited while giving the "unofficial" one so I don't think my cries of "Hallelujah" are premature in the least.

I've already crossed "Have Surgery" off of my Autumn "To Do List" and written "Jump Ecstatically Up and Down" in it's place.

I requested your intercessory prayers, you prayed, and HE answered! Thank you, one and all, for praying. And thank you, Jesus, for answering.

(James 5:16)