After the race today, we decided to put on our boots and head outside to enjoy the warmth while it last. Couldn’t resist using the CAT as a prop. A little rough play at “King of the Hill” would have been nice, but my girl has no tolerance for getting dirty.
It is hard to believe that our beautiful Emma is already 4 years old. It seems like yesterday that Sherie and I shared our intentions to adopt with our parents. I’m so glad that Emma has gotten to know each of them, especially my Mom who passed away in April. She was her only grandchild. Words can’t describe how blessed we are to be able to raise this precious little girl as our own.
Michael and Sarah, I appreciate all the thanks I got for returning to Lake Wylie to shoot your wedding, but honestly, I would have missed a real blessing if I hadn’t. Witnessing you seal the deal and meeting your families was great fun. I was especially entertained watching everyone enjoy the reception. And what an honor it was to receive Lindy’s encouragement and testimony and to hear Pamela’s adoption story, a subject near to my heart. Michael, take care of your beautiful bride, and if you find yourself near Atlanta, please look us up.1 Corinthians 13:4-10 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.
Just a few months ago, my nephew Buddy and I decided to run the Virginia Beach 1/2 Marathon again. With a lot of training to do, we separately began the slow process of building up the miles, and not too long after, lack of will power and lots of circumstances began getting in the way, not to mention the fact that we would miss Londyn’s 1st birthday. Two weeks prior to the race and the party, Buddy sends me a text that says, “Let’s just cancel the run, but don’t tell anyone else”. I was was very happy. Seriously, how difficult is it to choose between cake and ice cream or throwing up somewhere around mile 3. We ended up where we were supposed to be in the first place. Happy Birthday Londyn!