Happy Birthday Mary Rollins

Today's a big day at our house.  Mary Rollins turns 18.  Technically, she's already turned 18 by the time I write this because she was an early in the wee hours of the morning baby.

While I think it's a given that all parents love their children, I also really like Mary Rollins.  She's grown into one of my favorite people. 

Here's a few things I especially like about her:

1.  She reads classic literature for fun
2.  She values grammar
3.  She's always even-keeled and even when she gets the occasional attack of bad humor, she'll laugh about it later and will always apologize.
4. She never complains or whines. 
5.  She's never been a typical teen-ager
6.  She always has a positive outlook on life
7.  She practices thankfulness
8.  She likes anything that I cook at home

I'm a lucky mom. 

Monday Thursday

Monday Thursday.  I used to think that was what Maundy Thursday was called when I was a little.  I know better now.  I love the Maundy Thursday service and remember going to my first service when I was an acolyte as a teenager.  I loved the quiet, the dark, the growing bareness as the alter is stripped.  In more recent years, our service has included foot washing.  Back in the days of our Christ Church youngish moms' Monday morning Bible Study, we discussed our comfort and/or discomfort with foot-washing.  I  both like it and am made uncomfortable by it which is generally a good tip I've found for learning something.  In the words of Carl Jung, "there is no coming to consciousness without pain."  Or at least a little discomfort. 

I am sad to miss the Maundy Thursday service tonight. I'm accompanying Mary Rollins to Cincinnati to see one of her BFFs dance in Giselle.  As much as I truly love ballet, Giselle is not my favorite.  The story is weird and while most ballet stories are a bit odd (hello Franz from Coppelia falling in love with a doll) Giselle's really weird and creepy to boot!  But, I'm going to try to watch it with new eyes tonight and hopefully even keep my eyes open.  I fell asleep for a few moments last time I saw Giselle.  Did I just publicly confess that?