T'was The Day Before Christmas

Oh little mousey...residing in my bedroom wall. Come, come eat the feast we left for you this snowy Christmas Eve. It seems you might be hungry ~ as your anxious gnawing woke us early, me and Paul. Come, little mousey, come eat the feast, then sleep, oh sleep little mousey in blessed peace.

Expectations of Perfection

Long before my pea brain was fully developed in it's little pod, I had expectations of perfections.  I expected a perfect marriage, which meant a perfect mate.  God, in his infinite sense of humor gave me Paul. Have to appreciate a good sense of humor, right?  So as I was coping with that less than perfect expectation, I expected perfect children.  Once again, God saw the tremendous humor in that expectation and gave me Sarah Olivia, Julia Bernice and Jacob Ross.  It's great that God knows what we need, even if it's not the perfect expectations that we think we must have.

What if I had had the perfect marriage, the perfect mate, the perfect kids?  I would have missed out on so much imperfection, and all that imperfection has enriched my life is such a perfect way.  And really, who am I that I think I should have perfection?  Perfection is boring, I'm sure of it.  I have not had a boring life, and I'm thankful for my imperfect mate, imperfect marriage, my imperfect kids, my imperfect life.  Plus, imperfection builds character.  Just look at me, I'm full of character.

PS, I do, however, have the PERFECT grandchild.