Grace had her first b-ball game. Her team: The Lighning Girls. This league is an outreach arm for our church. There are over 300 kids that participate. The first and second grade girls league is comprised of two teams. Grace’s team and one other. So, every other week when G’s team plays, she plays the same team. It was fun to see her enjoy learning a new sport. She had fun with her new team. And they did a good job. The final score was 12-6. A high scoring affair for Jr. Ball standards. I really think Grace could pick up on this. Have to wait and see. They lost their first game, and she was not really happy about it. Competitive like her mother. But we talked about having fun, learning new skills, and growing together as a team. Getting her refocused on those things instead of winning and losing. We’ll keep you posted on the Lightning Girls season and our little giant who towers over the second graders. My little “Big Ticket”.
It’s around three weeks until we close on our house. The 8th home we’ve lived in since we were married 10 years ago. So, since we’ve moved so many times, we’ve got it down to a science. Mick’s got the hook up from her school and me from my friends at M&D at SAU. Between the two of us, we’re packing fools. And since we have so much of our stuff organized and stored in labeled bins in the basement, we’re not breaking a sweat on this packing job. Well…maybe just a little bit. I’m headed to the kitchen tonight. Basement is 90% done. Living Room is 100%. Linen closet 100%. Office 50%. And we’re on the move to make it happen. Yeah, moving is on the top 10 most stressful things that can happen to you. Losing a loved one in your immediate family is right up there with moving. Some more were, divorce, changing jobs, and others. So, we’ve got this one licked. Time to tuck in Grace and get chopping. Another Web site to build and packing, packing, packing. ‘Cause it’s on, baby!
We hit another milestone. January 13, 2005. Grace turned 7. Let me just say with all conviction, WOW. I can hardly believe it. My little girl is seven years old. Amazing how some days time seems to stand still and others it seems like yesterday.
We had Grace’s party at Pizza Beach. A low-end Chuckie Cheeses. The pizza was crusty, the cake was mediocre, but the fun-factor was pimped out, baby.
The girls arrived and immediately went to play. We hung out with Duane and Donelda. The cool thing about the birthday package is that everything is included. So, there was a section set up with plates, cups, party favors, and tokens for each kid. We ate. Then they played. Then we came back for cake. Then they played. Then we did presents. Then they played. There was lots of little girl screaming and giggling. Running all over. It was really cool. Micki and I remarked later that it was TOTALLY worth the extra money to do it there because everything was provided and there was no clean up factor. Plus, it was really fun to watch the girls play. With a birthday in January, it’s hard to have a place to stretch out and party, and Pizza Beach sure provided that and more. The girls working there were giving out extra tokens and prizes to our girls, so they all went home with tons of loot.
Grace got some really cool gifts from her girlfriends. Her friend Stacy made her a blanket. That was my favorite. Stacy was so excited to show Grace what she had made. Kara gave her some books and a stuffed dolphin because she knew Grace loves dolphins and reading. Mimi and Poppy sent a Princess and the Pauper Gameboy game that Grace is constantly playing now. It’s one of her favorite presents. Uncle Dave and Aunt Debbie sent a cool scrapbooking tool set for Grace to work with Micki together on scrapbook stuff and projects that G loves to do. But the #1 draft pick was a new Care Bear. She got one for Christmas that talks, and now has another one that glows in the dark. She loves to put it up on the light before bed to “charge it up”.
I put up a couple of pics in a Web Gallery to see more of the fun. A highlight for me was hearing Grace say, “This was the best birthday party ever!” And, for us and her, I believe it truly was. We prayed that night together, and I remember truly being thankful for another year. It really is a gift. Each day is one. Each breath. So to celebrate 365 more days on planet earth was more than a blessing.