Monday with Mommy

Today was such a great day!

We woke up and got ready for Avenue Moms (which is like a MOPS group probably.....we have fun, fellowship, and a message). I'm starting to really like it. I posted about it a few weeks ago......today was still a little awkward, but every time we attend it'll get less and less frigid. I use that word because it is one of those things that just takes time to get to know other women and actually become friends with them. Gasp! It can happen! :-)

On another note, I'm so thankful for this past weekend. 

Dave attended a men's retreat and came home with some convictions and also some praises. I'm just so grateful that God is really tugging on his heart, in more ways than one. He has found a ministry within our church he wants to serve in and has very much opened up to the idea of "church". Without going into too much detail, he was the (very common) person who felt judged every time he attended and just had issues with organized religion in general. I'm so thankful he got the chance to attend something that struck a cord, and not for selfish reasons on my part. Being raised in church was one of the best (if not the best) things my parents did for us. We learned so much and made some great friends and memories. How beneficial is it to be surrounded by Godly mentors that can help raise your child? I think some awesome things are headed our way and I continue to pray for my husband and the path God is laying out for him. 

In other news, after Avenue Moms, we headed out for some lunch and then grocery shopping. Am I the only one who HATES grocery shopping with a passion? I've also started actually going to a few places to buy things. Ugh. I can't stand it.....but, I did save some money today. And, that's the point I guess. 

We came home for a nap and then back out to meet Daddy for a quick dinner at Chick-fil-A before he headed to church for his service meeting. It was back home for Colbi and I after dinner for some cleaning before bed. Whew! 

Colbi loves to help. "I helphful Momma" is what she walks around telling me. I love it because she gets a kick out of helping me (it may take me twice as long to get it done, but aren't we suppose to teach them to do their part?). 

She got the hiccups before bed and laughed for a good ten minutes, no lie. 

That laugh is the best thing I've ever heard in all my life. I cherish those moments.