A Toast

This past weekend Jon and I were at a wedding in San Francisco. I enjoyed the toasts at the rehearsal dinner. It was refreshing to hear people say nice things about others. I wanted to make a toast, but felt it was inappropriate since I was the wife of a groomsman and would mention the groom's previous engagement- ooo, taboo.

I love that we can see God's character stamped all over our lives and not just where we have been taught to expect it. My toast would have been about how I could see that God is a redeemer by looking a this friend's love life. He was engaged before and it was wrong, and weird, and almost destroyed him. Now, he's married to a wonderful and beautiful girl that makes him smile.

I also love that regardless of whether we see it, God's character is stamped all over our lives. Weddings always serve to remind me how beautiful, spiritual, and miraculous my marriage is. It's something I tend to forget in the day to day, but thankfully, that doesn't make it untrue.

When 5 year olds make you feel like a million bucks

One of the most wonderful parts of my job is that I work with 5 year olds. These little creatures have a way of working magic on one's self-esteem.

We were counting cookies in cookie jars (not real cookies, but felt ones- otherwise we could chalk up my students reaction as a response to sugar and not my incredible wit). We started the lesson by reading a sentence on the board: There are three cookies in the cookie jar. I then counted out three cookies into my cookie jar making an intentional error. The kids irrupted into laughter. Apparently a teacher making a mistake is top-notch comedy for Kindergartners. The best part is that they never tired of the joke. With each sentence, I'd count wrong or write the wrong number, and always the same reaction of uncontrollable laughter. One boy announced after every mistake I made, "That's SO funny!"

Yeah, feels good.