Goodness!

Ever since I have started this journey my computer (brain) has not stopped working. I wake up at night thinking of things I need to write..time is fleeting. Today at the beauty shop ( had to get some beauty) , was telling Millie about the blog and started telling her of some of the things I had written and it brought to mind  a story about Windy. She was 2 years old in June of 1962, I was pregnant with her brother, Vann, hot summer time, pregnant, you get the picture and Honey was invited to give the invocation at the local high school graduation. We decided to go with him as where we lived ,there was absolutely nothing to do for  fun and I was thinking, "get me out of  here for awhile!" So away we went to the graduation. Windy was dressed up in her little dress and her frilly panties...as she was potty trained well mostly trained, and the panties were for a reminder not to soil them. So we were there and the graduation was not as short as a pregnant lady hoped to be with a 2 year old in tow. Hot, humid Alabama. Windy decided to get a little restless and I needed to go to the bathroom, so we went out. As I was walking around I commented" boy am I tired, ready to go home." DO NOT AND I REPEAT DO NOT TELL ANYTHING TO A 2 YEAR OLD!!!!! Before I could stop her she started runing to her daddy who was sitting so prim  on the platform in his suit with a solemn look on his face , got to the steps and began to crawl up them with her frilly lacy panties shinng to the whole congretation!!!  She stopped about 10 steps from her daddy, put her hands on her hips (wonder where she got that from) and said in a loud voice " daddy mother said its time to go home!"  He tried his best to get her but she just sidestepped him every so quickly...needless to say the people just  broke out in laughter and daddy got more solemn glaring at me. Oh boy what to do. He finally got her and held her until it was over. Do I need to say what followed on the way home? lol lol
If I remember correctly the next time he went to pray, we stayed home....
Windy was such a beautiful serious child. Across the road where we live (up in the country) lived twin girls and they loved to play with her. They were aspiring hair dresser, there fore loved to cut and fix her hair. They really did a good job of keeping her hair cut in a nice shape. I believe Windy enjoyed it as much as they did. When Windy played, she read books, books, books. We had no TV in those days so books became her life . My mother had sent lots of books to us  so there was a good supply. When I would get the children ready for church on sunday am I dressed her first, Vann second and then Jeff, putting her and Vann on the couch with books and Jeff in bed for a nap while I got dressed.Which  was after I had made breakfast, washed dishes, got dinner ready then did the baths. Honey was a minister of the gospel and we were his helpers. So we were there regardless of what mood, condition of our body's or any other thing to hinder us from the house of God. !!!! He would go early to the church to meditate then come and gather Windy and Vann which left me to a few minutes of quiet time  with Jeff. This became a pattern over the many years we pastored. He tried to help me as much as he could . When the children grew up and left, I so missed the routine,  that I cried many times. But many years later Charles, Vann's son, came to live with us over several periods  of his young life and we got into the same pattern again. It felt good.
Time has a way of us forgetting many things that were important then but not so now. I am so thankful for a husband who loved his family and wife so much but most of all his loved his  heavenly Father, so that he could show us the way. And he did. I  love you honey.
Thanks grandpa for listening to this girls chatter love you J