A Christian Woman Thinks (And It's Dangerous)

My Big Girl Is 11

Last week my "baby" turned 8... and today my firstborn turns 11. Wow! How close are we to teen years? Don't tell me about them - I am taking the stand that being oblivious is far better.

We're having a small party for both girls later, and we're including Jacob, my brother's girlfriend's son, who also had a birthday in the past week. Swimming at the town hall pool and cake are in order for later today.

We had some pretty snow last night, the snowballmaking kind (Musketman, you need to be here) that's heavy and slushy. It hangs on the branches and is so pretty - until the wind starts blowing it off and you get pelted by snow, that is! I'll try to post some pics later. I took my camera on my drive in to work, tried to point and shoot while driving (!!!) but it's really hard to capture the serenity you feel while driving encased in sparkling white. When the sun came out it was dazzling... not much snow here this winter, so it's enjoyable, still not enough to have to shovel, so I'm liking it. Until later, friends!