The trip to my dentist's office may well have ruined my day were it not for the two words that make me feel more like a kid than any others: "No cavities!" Woo hoo! Considering that I have been pregnant and/or breastfeeding for the past thirty-four months, my dentist could've knocked me over with a feather. Truly, so much calcium has been drained from my body (and, tragically, so many mornings have passed without a good brushing for this zombie) that I can hardly believe I have a tooth left in my noggin, let alone that I am cavity-free.
The three books I ordered for a new and exciting project arrived in the middle of the day. Also, because Baby Charleigh took a long nap (Another miracle!), I managed to bake and wrap a couple dozen cookies on sticks for Cade's Boy Scout troop.
But the best part of my good day was Cheeburger Cheeburger with my beloved--sans children--thanks to Pastor David and his wife Beth, who (for love) came to our house and babysat. If that's not an incredible example of shepherds caring for their sheepsies, I don't know what is, so a huge thank you to them!
|Beth & Pastor David. I swiped this photo from his fb page. |
They won't complain. (Out of fear that I'll replace it w/ some less flattering pics from VBS.)