smiles

Last weekend, Nashville ran out of gas. This was not because of significant shortages, but because of a belief that there were significant shortages. So, people rushed to get gas. And we ran out.

Sami is six weeks old today!  We’ve made it this far without going 100% crazy so I guess we will be ok.  She is becoming more animated and making different noises and faces.  There are a few smiles too.

When a Baptist* says “Lord’s Supper” he means “communion.” When she says “bread”, she means crackers.  When she says “wine” she means “grape juice.” When a Baptist says “contemporary” he means the church bought a keyboard.

I speak Baptist fluently—the result of 30 years on the inside.

Tonight on the way to Dairy Queen, as I was rubbing sanitizer into my hands and mumbling something about not being able to stand shaking hands with so many people, my mom accused me of having a phobia and being "weird." While I didn't really appreciate that (though I'm certainly no stranger to accusations of weirdness), I must admit there's something to it.

Earlier tonight we were patting ourselves on the backs over the fact that we realize no matter how sweet the kid can be, she definitely has a mischievous side. Tonight she was being pretty difficult while we were out at dinner, but every time someone would come talk to her and she’d turn on the charm.

I’m a husband.  Part of my job is guarding my wife’s self-esteem against the slings and arrows of popular PhotoShopped culture.