I really should have taken a picture of this. I think at the time, though, I was in much too deep of denial. I tried to get her to put her clothes on the right way for Sunday. Well, truthfully, I didn't try that hard.
Breanne wore the sweater over her dress in a "fashionable" way to church on Sunday. Instead of putting her neck through the opening for her head she put the whole front of the sweater behind her so only the sleeves were on the right way. The sweater then was draped behind her instead of being on her chest. She got away with it too. It looked "fashionalble." If her hair didn't cover the neck whole in her back it would have been problem, but it did.
She reminds me daily that when she turns 8 grandma will teach her to sew. I guess she and Ross were talking about it the other day. She mentioned that she would learn how to do blankets, and she couldn't wait. And Ross, said, "What about clothes? Do you want to learn to sew clothes too?" He said her eyes got wide with excitement as the idea started to form in her head, because this was a new discovery. And she said, "Yes!"
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
The Things We Say -- Another lesson on the power of words
Have you ever overheard people talking about you?
It happened to me this morning.
I went to the bathroom stall at the rec. center this morning after my workout on the eliptical. I had forgotten that Masters swimming had just gotten out and the ladies were in there changing.
For the last two Fridays and several times last year I've been the substitute coach for Masters swimming.
Today I heard, "What Jenn taught me last Friday really helped me with my stroke." Another lady said, "I know, I'm so glad Jenn's been coaching us on Friday." And another lady said, "Yea, she's really good." "It's been great to have the mix of coaching."
I smiled all the way home today. And now that I've written it down I can hardly help from smiling.
I knew these ladies appreciated me. They've told me before. But somehow catching them talking good about me feels like a gift from God.
Yes, I think it is.
It happened to me this morning.
I went to the bathroom stall at the rec. center this morning after my workout on the eliptical. I had forgotten that Masters swimming had just gotten out and the ladies were in there changing.
For the last two Fridays and several times last year I've been the substitute coach for Masters swimming.
Today I heard, "What Jenn taught me last Friday really helped me with my stroke." Another lady said, "I know, I'm so glad Jenn's been coaching us on Friday." And another lady said, "Yea, she's really good." "It's been great to have the mix of coaching."
I smiled all the way home today. And now that I've written it down I can hardly help from smiling.
I knew these ladies appreciated me. They've told me before. But somehow catching them talking good about me feels like a gift from God.
Yes, I think it is.
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