Last night the girls and I took a tediously long trek
to Awana.
It was icy.
And I was stupid.
Why, oh why, would I try to brave such conditions?
Why?
Because Awana is THE highlight of Lucy's week.
She works so hard on her memory verses.
And more importantly (well, not really),
she gets to see her little friends.
And I will say this.
I am a darn good driver on the ice.
And most of those around me, are NOT.
It's true.
Perhaps it stems directly back to the fact that my sister
and I braved snow drifts the size of a sofa
in our '76 Pinto to get to Mrs. Jones' piano lessons.
On countless occasions.
Only because our mother made us.
(Not because we loved piano lessons)
It built character.
And impeccable driving skills.
Toot, toot, goes my own horn.
to Awana.
It was icy.
And I was stupid.
Why, oh why, would I try to brave such conditions?
Why?
Because Awana is THE highlight of Lucy's week.
She works so hard on her memory verses.
And more importantly (well, not really),
she gets to see her little friends.
And I will say this.
I am a darn good driver on the ice.
And most of those around me, are NOT.
It's true.
Perhaps it stems directly back to the fact that my sister
and I braved snow drifts the size of a sofa
in our '76 Pinto to get to Mrs. Jones' piano lessons.
On countless occasions.
Only because our mother made us.
(Not because we loved piano lessons)
It built character.
And impeccable driving skills.
Toot, toot, goes my own horn.