Almost Full House

Every one was home ....almost. These days it is harder and harder to get all or our family home at the same time. This past weekend was no exception. I thought it might happen but Owens had to work and with the economy like it is, I am not complaining.

My weekend started out with a little pampering with Heather. I treated her to a pedicure for her first Mother's Day. We had a blast talking and laughing at my new found salon. It was a lot of fun! We headed home to have dinner and get Morgan Kate in the bed. On Saturday, we had a leisure breakfast and then some good family time at the farm. We have got quite the set up at the farm that will shield Morgan Kate from too much sun and the breeze Saturday was great.

Sunday was the best day! My mother's day breakfast was compliments of McDonalds but that was ok because we were busy getting ready for church and double checking to make sure we had everything we needed for the dedication service. It was a beautiful service and a nice surprise was looking up and seeing Owens walk in the church. Our pastor made it very personal and touching. As he talked about Morgan Kate, Loitton and I couldn't do anything but hold hands and try and contain the emotions. He did however say that he was glad that MK did not look like her granddaddy of which I laughed but totally disagreed with. I happen to think her granddaddy is quite good looking. Heather and Travis not only had family in attendance, they had friends that traveled from out of town and a church full of people who have prayed diligently for MK since her birth. They were finally able to see this little miracle in person. At one point, MK began to cry so I offered (he he) to take her out. One of my best friends accused me of praying for that to happen so I could get one on one time with MK. I honestly didn't pray for it but I sure ceased the opportunity and boy what a moment! I carried MK into one of the Sunday school rooms to try and get her to go to sleep. As I was "dinking" her, I paused and thanked God for her life and for our church. In the background I could hear the church bells ringing at our neighboring Methodist church. I thought to myself....if God were to call me home today, I would have died a happy woman. It was truly a beautiful day!