Ever since Kindergarten (maybe earlier) my dad has always gotten me flowers for Valentine’s day. In elementary school, he would meet me for lunch and bring me flowers. Sometimes, he didn’t come to lunch but would sneak in my classroom and put flowers on my desk while I was at lunch. In middle and high school it wasn’t very “cool” to have my dad come eat with me, but he still had flowers waiting for me when I came home. Things got really interesting when I went away to college because I still expected flowers even though I was 2 hours away. My freshman year at Auburn, Valentine’s Day was on the weekend and I was home to lead a group for Delta Flight (aka Disciple Now). When I got in my car Sunday morning, he had flowers in the front seat. My sophomore year, I was in Auburn for VDay. When I got in my car to go to class, I found the flowers, once again, in my car. My junior year (and this one is my favorite because I have NO clue how this one worked out) I ate at the BBQ House for some AMAZING breakfast every Tuesday at 7am with some girls from church. Tuesday just happened to be VDay that year. At BBQ House, you order your food and give them your name, then sit down. When they call your name, you walk up to the counter and get your food. When they called my name, I walked up to the counter and found my food sitting next to some roses on the tray 🙂 My senior year at Auburn, I was doing my internship at CMS in Dadeville. He had the local florist deliver some roses to my school with a note on it that said, “How about dinner tonight at 5:30?” Pictures above. He met me in Auburn and took me to Auburn City Limits restaurant where he had made reservations (it’s now called something else I think). At our rehearsal dinner, my dad let everyone know that it was now Brent’s responsibility to give me flowers on VDay. I made sure he knew that I still expected flowers from him. He’s my daddy. Yeah, I’m married now, but I’m still his little girl and that will never change. Last year, he had flowers delivered to my school. This year, around 6pm I still hadn’t received any flowers. I called him to ask where they were…yes, very stuck up and ungrateful of me, I know. But he told Brent that he expected a phone call from me wondering where the flowers were. He played it off like he didn’t know he was still supposed to send flowers and forgot that he did last year. I believed him, even though I know better. I was at Freedom Weekend (aka another Disciple Now) for VDay this year. On Saturday night, we went to the church for a concert/worship by David Freeman and his band. After they sang 2-3 songs, one of the guitarist went to the back of the stage and grabbed a vase of red roses. He said that he didn’t know who they were for but read the note that said, “Ha, did you really think I would forget?” And then asked for whoever they belonged to to come up to the stage and claim them. I was almost in tears, but I pulled myself together and took the vase and called my dad to applogize for being a brat and thanked him for the flowers. I have no clue how he got them here. I don’t know the logistics of any time he has surprised me with flowers and I’m not really allowed to know. It’s all a mystery to me. But I do know that he wrote the note on the flowers this year, so he had to bring them here somehow. It really humbled me. It made me realize how blessed I am to have an earthly father that loves me “as big as the world” like we always used to say when I was a child. There are plenty of girls in this world that either don’t know their daddy or don’t have a daddy that shows Christ’s love to them each and every day of their lives. Why did God choose to put me in a family where I have a loving father and mother? Who am I to deserve this love? I don’t deserve it. But I am beyond grateful for the blessing He has given me of such a wonderful father. And I can only imagine, if my earthly father loves me this much, just think how much greater my Heavenly Father loves me. It leaves me speechless.
I’ve been kindly reminded by a friend that she is having “VK’s” blog withdrawals. I know it’s been a while. Honestly, nothing has happened lately that has been blog worthy. I always look for those hilarious, intriguing or spiritual situations to blog about and I’ll say “I have to blog about this.” But nothing of the sort has happened lately. I’m working on an “If I Only Had a Blog”. It involves a lot of pictures and going back and forth between the folder the pics are in, facebook, and the blog. I’ve been working on it since last Tuesday, not because it is a huge project or anything, it just has to be done in small steps due to my lack of time. If you went to Las Higuerillas in 2006 with TETM, you definitely don’t want to miss this one. But I think everyone will enjoy it, at least I hope so 🙂 Oh wait…I just remembered I do have something!!! And if you are my friend on Facebook, this is very old news. Brent got Wii Fit for his birthday (the 27th of this month) and my Wii age is…drum roll…48! 24 years older than my actual age. 2 years older than my mom! Apparently I can not balance very well and I carry more of my weight on the right side than on the left. Somehow that has everything to do with my Wii age. Who knew? It asked me if I find myself tripping frequently when I walk. No, actually, I think I walk pretty well. So my “personal trainer” on the Wii is going to help me learn to balance. Thank you my dear Wii for helping me become Wii younger! And I just remembered something else. (I guess I do have something to blog about). I will never eat sushi again. I went to my cousin’s 13th birthday party at Sumo in Hoover on Friday night. Uncle LaDaryl ordered some sushi (who knew that a redneck could like something so sophisticated as sushi) and gave Ben and me some to try. Of course, that is after he dipped it in wasabi and soy sauce. Wasabi was the least of my problems. It could have been doused in wasabi and it still wouldn’t have been a problem. He said it had avocado and cream cheese in it. I thought it couldn’t be that bad…foods I eat frequently…rice, cream cheese, avocado wrapped in seaweed and a little raw salmon. AWFUL AWFUL AWFUL! Oh my gosh, did I mention it was awful? Ya know how you sometimes say something was so bad you want to throw up, but it’s really not that bad, you are just exaggerating to get your point across? There is no exaggerating when I say that I almost threw up when I put that thing in my mouth. My gag reflexes were FREAKING OUT! I had to concentrate hard to chew and swallow. It was not an easy thing to do. I got it down, after a few horrible expressions on my face, and managed to get through my dinner. I’m sure I offended the chef. I really thought it had ruined my appetite, but I downed some water REAL fast and got that horrid taste out of my mouth. NEVER AGAIN!