My Dad

This Sunday I went to church, and before I go any further I must first let you know that I am creature of habbit. I sit in the same row, same seat positioned to ther right of my mother every week. Altering this usaually throws my whole worship off. I dropped isabelle off at her class and headed down to the sanctuary. As I walked down the isle, I noticed my dad sitting alone. Panic washed over me and for a moment I almost ran, then for some reason I got a little excited. I never get to spend time with just him. I made my way down our row, gave him a big hug, and began to think about how lucky my family is to have this man in our lives. There are so many times that his feelings get taken for granted since he is sorrounded by so many women. My sisters and I forget alot about his feelings, and just assume that because he is a man that he doesn't have any. We go on with our lives as if he is just a piece of furniture in our home. We take notice occasionally, but never spend time or talk to him. While we were at church I began to pray for my dad. I want him to know how loved he is and how much I appreciate him. I also prayed that God would open my sister's hearts as well. I am so grateful for my dad and all he does to help our family thrive. he is so loving and tender with Isabelle and Ava the same way my grandfather was with me. They absoulutely adore their G-Dad. He is an amazing man and someone I am proud to know. I am a lucky girl.

Have a blessed day.
love, Lexie

Gentry's Trip

Isabelle is really growing into a sweet little lady. we went on our very first field trip to Gentry's Farm. It was a spectacular time, and it was so much fun to see Isabelle interact with her school friends. We had a picnic under a huge tree, We played in the corn and wheat, and at the end we harvested are own pumpkin. Isabelle of course takes after her GiGI and found the cleanest most perfect shaped pumpkin. i on the otherhand picked a homely little waste of a pupkin. The look on I sabelle's face after seeing my choice was priceless. It was one of confusion and disgust. I guess she thought that I had made a mistake in picking my pumpkin, because when we got back on the wagon, she patted me on the leg and said, "It's okay mom your pumpkin isn't that ugly." That is my child! She is kind but brutally truthful. I am so grateful to have her. I definately suggest a trip too Gentry's . It was a blast.