Wednesday, April 14, 2010


We celebrated our 13th Anniversary on March 22nd. We didn't put a lot of thought into celebrating it. We're always pretty tired of celebrating around this time of year. :) We didn't think about it or discuss it until the night before. We had been given some money to do something special so we thought we'd just take the kids with us and go out to dinner. They eat at a restaurant so rarely that we knew it would be a treat for them and we'd enjoy treating them and just enjoy them as they are the blessed fruit of our 13 years.We picked something local called Cheddars.
A big plate of greasy, fried food just for each of them.

Amelia's chicken fingers were REALLY good.

Anything that can be dipped is good!

Hamburger already gone.

Is there anyone who doesn't like to dip?

French fries were invented for toddlers, I'm sure.

A good time! Praise the Lord for our many blessings!
We decided on the way home to run into a grocery store and get what we needed to make some chocolate ice cream sundaes.

My dearly beloved...and Peter. (ha!)

I had read a passage in a book that very morning about how birthdays and anniversaries are a good time to look back. Most of the time we should NOT be looking back, but forward, pressing on to the future and encouraging growth both in ourselves and our children. But there is a good and right time to look to the past and remember all that God has done and be grateful. This was a very timely word for me. We did just that. We looked to the past, remembered and were filled with gratitude.
"I remember the days of old; I meditate on all Your works; I muse on the work of your hands."
Psalm 143:5


Luma said...

Well, happy late anniversary. :-)

Laffing Dawg said...

Wow, 13 years. Unbelievable.... I have such vivid memories of those early years and they are precious, every one. It is interesting that the one memory I have of your wedding day was when you turned to walk down the aisle as Mr and Mrs Peter Jones, you paused next to the aisle where your parents were seated, Peter and his mom shared a long hug and I remember hearing and watching her say, "I love you, son." I can still see what she was wearing and those whispered words come forth. It is just interesting to remember that day and what stuck with me. You two have a beautiful family. God has blessed you thus far and will continue to do so. I am so blessed to call you my friends.