to Him Who is able

Tennessee weather....seriously. Us Southerners must be a sight for all those Northerners...entire cities basically shut down because of a few inches of snow, and then the very next week the parks are full of Chaco-wearing, little-dog -owning people  because it feels like a warm August day.  Oh, and there's talk of snow again on Wednesday. Just an FYI. Anyway, yesterday the summer weather was calling to me so Hannah and I decided to take the three youngest out for the afternoon. First thing on the list: roll the windows down, turn the radio up too loud and enjoy the wind blowing your hair every which way. Baby girl loved having the windows down. She opened her mouth, held her hands up, and sang along with the radio from the top of her little lungs. The boys loved it too...Creed'O was sure to tell me not to put my hand out too far because a car might rip it off...at the end of the day we all had our hands...and nothing flew out the window, so alr...

  My 12th birthday I got a little brother. He was adorable. He was a big chunky baby. He was just perfect.     And since it was my birthday, I had special privileges. I was the first to hold him, I got to hold him longest. I was allowed to stay with mama at the hospital all night and "help out". {aka: Hold the precious baby, eat my birthday candy, and watch TV. Something we didn't get to do often.} It was definitely the best birthday ever.     4 years later this little boy is still adorable. He's still perfect. He's four though. And that's sad and depressing and so strange. My Creed is 4? No way.       It's true though. My little birthday baby brother  isn't a baby anymore. He's a big, strong, growing-into-a-wonderful-young-man boy.   He is such a joy to have around. He's smart and crazy. He's a sweetheart. He's ready to give kisses and hugs freely. He's protective of his ...