All Hallows’ Eve

All Hallows’ Eve

It’s All Hallows’ Eve!

I’ve never jumped on the bandwagon of fighting Trick-or-Treat. I have no problems with Christians who do. I suppose we are not all called to fight the same battles.

Tonight you will find me in our neighborhood driving my John Deere riding mower, pulling a large cart with six grandkids in it. They will be costumed as cute creatures of an imaginary world – probably no demons or darkness. Their mothers are all children of the Light. They’ll go door to door in our neighborhood because our neighbors give out better candy than their neighbors. And because it is a family tradition. It is also tradition that I, the designated driver of these six  2-to-10-year-olds, get all the Snickers. They usually tip me with one or two, but I don’t believe they have yet been converted to total obedience to the law that all Snickers belong to Papa. Please join me in praying for them.

And then the next day, we remember the saints and celebrate All Saints’ Day. Our parents and grandparents, the people from the church who graced us with love, and the odd ones who never seemed to be entrapped in the glitz and glitter of a dark world. We recall their names and give thanks to God for their lives.

My prayer is that the people costuming and hauling kids around on All Hallows’ Eve night will become the same people that are remembered the next day when they are gone.

From the Mouths of Kids—About a Dad

From the Mouths of Kids—About a Dad

For this Father’s Day, I decided to turn to the true experts on the subjects: my grandchildren. You’ll hear from each of them as they answer the question, “What do you like best about your dad?”

I love when my daddy plays hide and seek and tickle monster. He also spins me around while singing ‘Frozen’ to me and I never stop giggling. The moment he stops spinning, I ask for more. He is the best dad because he loves me and takes care of me!”

—Rowan, age 19 months (as interpreted by Mom)

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I love that my dad is funny.  My dad takes me camping. I like that he spends time with me when he has breaks from his work.  I sometimes call my dad Edwina.  I love him.”

—Clara, age 6

“I love that my dad is funny.  He teaches and goes fishing with me.  He takes me hiking and teaches me about bugs and animals.  I love it when he wrestles with me.  I love that one time he played hide and seek with me and my family.  I made the mistake of hiding in the shower and he turned the cold water on me.  My dad and I both love spicy food.  He is the best, funniest, helpful dad—and the best prankster.”

—Eleanor, age 10

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I like my dad because he is nice, caring, loveable, and funny, and fun. One time we were going to go to Chick-fil-A for daddy-daughter date night but we found out it was on the wrong day, so, my dad took me to Panera, my favorite restaurant, instead. My dad even does stuff when he doesn’t want to do it just for us. Like sometimes, on Tuesdays when we have dates and it’s my turn with Mommy, he puts Boone to bed even when he doesn’t want to (Boone is cray-cray). I love my dad.

P.S. He’s the best dad in the world—wait, no, the universe (not counting God).”

—Anna, age 8

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I love my dad because he is awesome! He is the best dad in the world. He plays Legos, ninja turtles, softball, catch, and superheroes with me. He’s good at wrestling. He bought me a slushy one time and took me on a picnic. He took a walk with me and I like him because he is the best daddy in the world. He cleans the dishes when he doesn’t want to. He serves us dinner. He serves us lunch and breakfast. I love my dad because he can make my hair look crazy and he taught me how to do Boone’s hair crazy. He cleans up my room and he cleans up the playroom. I love you, Daddy.”

—Grey, age 6

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I love Dada. Dada is pice (nice). Dada makes me scream for fun. Dada reads me stories. Dada holds me. I love Dada. He keeps me safe by buckling me in my car seat. Dada makes me “appy” (happy).”

—Boone, age 2 (as written by his big brother and sister)

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It appears to me that the gift of time and attention is what makes a child think their dad is great.

Have a wonderful Father’s Day!

Christmas Morning at Our House

Christmas Morning at Our House

For years we have followed certain traditions on Christmas morning. Denise buys all the grand kids matching Christmas PJs that they open on Thanksgiving for wearing during the Christmas season and specifically on Christmas morning.

Last year they were all elves. In the years prior, they have been snowmen, red wrapping bows, and reindeer. This year, they are all Santa. We take pictures of them all sitting on the stairs in their matching PJs. Then we adults fill our coffee cups to jump start us from the loss of sleep the night before when the same wide-eyed grand kids were not nestled all snug in their beds but giggling past midnight over the arrival of Santa.

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