Joey and I get excited about checking on our kids before we go to bed. They’re splayed out silly in their beds, covers thrown off and long, dark eyelashes resting on their chubby cheeks from a hard day at play. Last night I prayed this over Paisley: that someday she’d have the kind of friends I found in college at OBU.
OBU 10 yr college reunion
Yesterday we celebrated our 10 year Oklahoma Baptist University reunion back on Bison Hill. We are old.
The Name Tag Maker (whoever you are, you are funny) played a prank on Joey and made his name tag pic a picture of him sucking a baby bottle at Barnyard Olympics. 🙂
Jane and Lindsey couldn’t make it, but it was fun to relive some of our favorite memories with some familiar–albeit 10 years older–faces. We missed seeing so many of our dear friends and wish you all could have been there.
Micah, Joey and Matt: buds.
Joey, Micah and Brad reliving their epic team triathlon victory.
These four girls (below) are the kind of friends my mom prayed for over my sleeping form many years ago.
They are the love-you-for-better-or-worse kind of friends. The friends who recognize you’re not the immature self-centered 19 year old you once were because Jesus has done some work on you since. They expect more out of you. They love your kids. They sacrifice (because it truly is a sacrifice) two weekends a year for the past TEN YEARS to spend time with you. Usually it involves shopping and pedicures and yummy food.
Jane taught us how to make a delicious, traditional Indian dish.
But always it involves tears, and the kind of laughter that makes you pee a little. One of us is always pregnant…this time Lindsey and Jane. Well, every time it’s Lindsey… 😉 These girls are a blessing. A good and perfect gift from a good and perfect God.
A couple weekends ago it was Jane’s turn to be showered.
Intimate brunch at Brennan’s
Taylor used her rad calligraphy skills to make the invite and place cards.
The Roomies and Kay, Jane’s sis, and mom, Mary Ann
Her first child, a baby girl, is due on Christmas Day. We had so much fun partying in her honor in Houston.
Alicja composed the sweetest poem for Jane.
Kay gave Jane the prettiest earrings and an even prettier story to go along with them. Jane comes from a long line of beautiful (in and out) women.
Writing “wishes for baby…”
“I hope you ignore those voices inside that tell you you aren’t worthy, good enough or less than. You are enough because He is enough…”
And it was so much fun to finally meet Ralph, her husband. He is the beautiful Indian man who pursued her and showed her what love looks like in human form.
Jane is a special one.
Her closet is full of designer shoes and her heart is full of Christ’s love and redemption. She has been Jesus to me so many times over the years. She sent me flowers “From: Jesus” when my heart was broken, sent money when the medical bills were stacked high, and sent texts when I needed them most.
Our book, God Loves It When…
Jane, I love you. And that baby girl in your tall, tiny belly will be a beacon to the world: the hope of Christ. She will represent beauty and kindness. She is destined for great things, simply because of who her parents are and Whom they serve.
“Do not be misled. Bad company corrupts good character.” (1 Cor. 15:33)
Thank you God, for my good company.