I haven't had time to write much recently, but today just felt like one of those days. SO much to celebrate- little things and bigger things...

First off, today is a special day. My "FMM" (Fort Mill Mama) turns 25! Um, yes, math folks, I'm kidding about the age. But Debbie's birthday is today and I can't wait to celebrate her. I know that on Sept. 5th, God thought to himself, I need a spunky, kind-hearted, uber-generous lady who is beautiful inside and out. And then he created my assistant.

One of my kindergarten mamas from last year came to visit yesterday. It was so nice to look up and see her happy face in my room! She popped in just to say "hi" and to tell us that she would come help us if she had the time. Nevermind copying and all that mess- I was just glad to see her. I have gotten the sweetest emails and texts from other mamas- just checking in on our family and on baby girl's arrival.

We still don't have a name for the baby that's on the way, speaking of which. Doesn't sound like something to celebrate, but it IS to me. I've always been a control-freak. It's entertaining and abnormal for me to laugh at the fact that I am almost 34 weeks pregnant and I don't even know her name yet. With Trafton, I had prayed for him by name and had every little thing ready. With this sweet baby, I just feel a sense of peace. She WILL come, she WILL be loved by our family, and she WILL be taken care of. Maybe we'll give her a name when we see her precious face.

After the torrential rainstorm last night, a water main broke in Fort Mill. So...no water = day off for us! Only a few days in to the school year, and already we are given the gift of a day off. (Or cursed with a 'make up day', depending on how you look at it.) Personally, I'm glad to be home with my little boy and my big boy. We have stuff to clean and errands to run; I'm happy to do them, as long as I'm with my boys.

Trafton is learning his letters. When we ask him what his name starts with, he shouts out "T!" He also told me that daddy started with D. Granted, those may be the only two letters he knows. But I can live with that. We're still working on saying "please" and "thank you". BUT- he has learned "please" in sign language and he's using it when he asks for something. And imagine my amazement when I went to wipe his nose the other day and he blew. That's right- blew his nose into the tissue! Ahh, the little victories are so sweet. He's a smart cookie (and a darn cute one at that).

Last, but not least, my husband is the man. He met me at the car yesterday with an umbrella when I got home and said he didn't want me running in the rain. Also got home to supper in the crock pot. We have our struggles, but he makes me feel so loved.

Thanking God for this day.  :)