We all loaded in the car and headed for church this beautiful, but chilly, fall Sunday morning. Church was very crowded as usual. It was a great service. Phil Williams is our "fill in" preacher since we are looking for a full time pulpit minister. Phil is great. His talks are usually very historical in nature. It is always very interesting. Somehow He always ties it into today's world. The best part about church is the worship service. Ken Young is great. We weren't too sure of him at first. Just b/c he was new and we weren't sure what he was going to be bringing to our church as far as "worship leader." But he is a wonderful man and I truly believe he puts his heart and soul into his work. As Im leaving the building every Sunday, I look around at all the people driving here and there and wish they could have been apart of the great service and fellowship that I just did. I have been asking my neighbors to come. They don't go to church anywhere right now. I think they would love it there. Maybe one day they will come.
We ate some leftovers for lunch. They boys played outside for a good while. Miranda came over and they played swords with tree branches. Miranda hangs right in there with my wild boys! After I layed Jake down for his nap, I headed to the Grocery store. I love going to the grocery store to find my bargains. For example, I went to Walgreens and spent 35.00 and saved 28.00. The cashiers always look at me and ask how I manage to get so much savings. I tell them I just look for the sales and use my coupons only for that item. If it's a good deal, I stock up.
Anyway....the day was a typical Sunday at our home. Matt watched the Titans get beat. Not by much, though. We were pretty proud of them. They somewhat stood their ground against Steve McNair.
Before I came in here to write, I stopped by the boys room to tuck them into bed. Will was fast asleep, but Jake was up. I got into bed with him and snuggled oh so tight. He was sucking his thumb and I was brushing his soft hair back. He was talking to me about lots of things on his little mind like snakes and cows. And how Pop Pop was digging a ditch. (my dad is digging a ditch for a garage he is building) Jake remembered all these things. Then he said Nana is making eggs. That was so funny! I just laughed and said "You want some eggs?" He said "No, I want donuts." I stayed in there just talking to him. Jake and I rarely get moments to ourselves, so when I can get a minute or two in, I find it priceless. I told him that I loved him and that he was such a special little boy who has so much life ahead of him. I kissed his little fat cheeks and said "night, night." My boys are so precious.
Will write more later.....