Memories

Boy, you don't realize how much stuff you accumulate until you have to pack it all in boxes and cram it all into a POD in the driveway. I found this little hand sculpture today, hidden in the back of the china hutch. I don't consider myself all that sentimental, but apparently I was sentimental enough not to throw away this broken sculpture of little Simeon's 2 yr. old hand.
I distinctly remember the day, so many years ago, weeks after we had had this mold made, little Simeon came running in from the back yard, screaming bloody murder, "My fingers are broken, my fingers are broken!!!"

Panicking, I ran to him, only to find him, holding his little hand mold, all covered in mud. He had been digging with his little plaster of paris "fingers", and they had broken off in the mud, and he was devastated. Ah, memories.

Sorry to keep everyone in suspense about our move. We are staying here in good ol' Oklahoma. We'll only be about 20 minutes from where we are now. We have made an offer, the sale is pending, but I hesitated to get TOO excited before inspections are done and everything is official. We are very excited though, and I can't wait to tell you about the house. God has been so good to us.