On Little Birthday Parties, Little Britches, And A Little Baking

Last evening the fam threw me a surprise baby shower. We had cake, ice cream, and I got a beautiful diaper bag and lots of sweet things for Micah. Thanks so much, Carol, Leigh Ann, and Charley! (And Luke:) It is a blessing to live among so many who support and encourage us as our family grows. And grows.:) I hope as Luke and I go through life, we will have more and more opportunities to show that same love and encouragement to other couples and young families coming along, eventually to our own children and their familia someday.

Speaking of neat families, soon we will begin reading Little Britches, by Ralph Moody, aloud at bedtime. Having finished reading the first two of the series by myself, I am not too patiently waiting for the third to come in at the library. I really can’t wait to find out what has happened to our brave hero and his delightful family. While I wait, I want to get copied a couple of quotes of Ralph’s father I found in the first book that were particularly good, on the subject of character:
“A man’s character is like his house. If he tears boards off his house and burns them to keep himself warm and comfortable, his house soon becomes a ruin. If he tells lies to be able to do the things he shouldn’t do but wants to, his character will soon become a ruin. A man with a ruined character is a shame on the face of the earth.”

“There are only two kinds of men in this world: Honest men and dishonest men. There are black men and white men and yellow men and red men, but nothing counts except whether they’re honest men or dishonest men.
Some men work almost entirely with their brains; some almost entirely with their hands; though most of us have to use both. But we all fall into one of the the two classes- honest and dishonest.
Any man who says the world owes him a living is dishonest. The same God that made you and me made this earth. And He planned it so that it would yield every single thing that the people on it need. But He was careful to plan it so that it would only yield up its wealth in exchange for the labor of man. Any man who tries to share in that wealth without contributing the work of his brain or his hands is dishonest.”

Isn’t that fantastic? Not only that Ralph’s father shared these things with his son, but that Ralph would remember every word. It makes me want to do a better job of reinforcing those kinds of principles with our children.

This weekend, my brother, Daniel, graduates from college- yay! I’m very proud of his accomplishment, and trust that the LORD has some awesome things in store for him as he enters his career. It doesn’t look as if we will be able to go to the commencement, but it would be nice to get together and celebrate somehow, so we’ll probably have a cook out on Saturday evening, if all are agreed. I think I will try my hand at a reprise of these cookies we had at Daniel’s recital a couple weeks ago- Caramel Macchiato Thumbprints. The recipe, off of the Betty Crocker site, calls for bagged sugar cookie mix, but I think I will just make a batch of my own cookie dough (should I do sugar- or snickerdoodle- cookie dough? Hmmm.) and stir in the additions. These are really good, folks, if you like coffee. And my husband likes coffee. I do, but only socially.

More posts to follow in the next few days, hopefully- A birth story, a talk about loss, and maybe some baking and garden successes.

2 Replies to “On Little Birthday Parties, Little Britches, And A Little Baking”

  1. I do like coffee…a lot! And I like you…a lot! Not just socially, either 😉

    O O X X o X x O x
    (hug hug, kiss kiss, little hug, big kiss, little kiss, hug, little kiss)

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