Sunday

Well, I was invited to a Cardinals football game with my dad on Sunday. FUN! I was super excited. Of course C knew I was going to be gone most of the day because of this and woke up in rare form. She was so antagonistic. She was trying to get the babies to fight with her, and us. It was really, really ugly. On the way to church I had to pull over the car to quiet her in the car and get her to hold her tongue for the rest of the drive.

We checked her into 6th grade classes and told her she would stay for both services since Dad would be teaching the 4 year old class without me and that he could not worry about her behavior and the 10 little kids. She was sad and wiped tears from her eyes while declaring "I don't care." Yeah right!

Anyway, Dad and I sat in first service and it was SUPER powerful. We felt really moved by the message of grace and I decided that Dad and I should go and pay C a visit and pull her out of 2nd hour to help with the kids she has grown to look forward to caring for. I sat her down and she was all sorts of moody... I told her that I simply loved her too much to let her ruin the day for herself. I gave her a crooked grin and she slowly grinned back. Silence. Finally she squeeked out an ," I love you, too?" As if to ask if that was the right thing to say. Dad told her it was a start. I assured her that her start to the day was not ok and needed to stop... from that point on, she did GREAT! I gave her a huge hug goodbye and Daddy spent the rest of the day with her and the tots and she was the normal, C that we love so much.