Well, today is the last day of 2011. I have to say—it’s been quite a year. Tonight we’ll spend a little time playing games, eating some pizza and wings and baking cupcakes for the kids and reflecting on the year. I have decided to copy my friend, Mary, and write each family member a little letter that tells them how I have personally seen them grow and learn over this past year. I closed each letter with a snippet of how I will be praying for them as the New Year begins. Maybe I’ll post them here a little later….. For now, I hope you enjoy your last day of 2011 and look forward to the New Year with excitement!
“And it came to pass in those days that a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. This census first took place while Quirinius was governing Syria. So all went to be registered, everyone to his own city. Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judea, to the […]
I forgot about these pictures of Mack that I took over Thanksgiving. He used to HATE to have his picture made. I have plenty of proof that I could share with you, but I am sure you believe me. He was always the one with a big pout on his face or with his arms folded and his head looking […]
The other night I went out to eat with a few friends and had a real nice time. We ate at PF Changs and talked a lot. A “funny” thing happened when we were leaving. A young hostess stopped me and said, “Can I ask you a quick question?” I said, “Sure!,” thinking she might ask where I got my shirt or what products I use in my hair. I don’t know….that is just where I thought she might go. But no. She decided to say this: “Are you Mrs. Dorminy?” Um, no. I’m Kristy. Mrs. Dorminy was the name folks called my mother-in-law when she was at work. I said, “Uh-yes,” and searched her cute young face to jog my memory of where I knew her from. “You taught me 7th grade at Webb Bridge.” I said, “Oh, really? I am so old. How old are you???” “Twenty-two.” My friends proceed to get a kick out of me being called Mrs. Dorminy, and they loved being witness to that whole conversation. I MUST add (because otherwise I just feel old) that she did say I was the most beautiful teacher she ever had. Vain? Maybe, but her kind words buffered the blow of the whole 9 years ago you were my seventh grade teacher, Mrs. Dorminy thing.