Flashback Friday: Hey! Unto You a Child is Born!

Me, as Imogene Herdman at the Springville Playhouse, age 10

Imogene had the baby doll but she wasn't carrying it the way she was supposed to, cradled in her arms.  She had it slung up over her shoulder, and before she put it in the manger she thumped it twice on the back.

I heard Alice gasp and she poked me. "I don't think it's very nice to burp the baby Jesus," she whispered, "as if he had colic."  Then she poked me again.  "Do you suppose he could have had colic?"

I said, "I don't know why not," and I didn't.  He could have had colic, or been fussy, or hungry like any other baby.  After all, that was the whole point of Jesus--that he didn't come down on a cloud like something out of "Amazing Comics," but that we was born and lived...a real person.

--Barbara Robinson from The Best Christmas Pageant Ever (pg 98)

Flashback Friday: HUBBA HUBBA

These were taken at his parents' house the first Thanksgiving we spent together--which, as it happens, was our third date--which, incidentally, was two days after our first date.

Girls used to stop me on my way to class and ask "Are you dating Nate Bigler?" 

I'd say "Uh, yeah...why?" 

Then inevitably that total stranger would say something like "He has such a nice ass." 

And I'd walk away wondering Who says that? or Did that just happen in real life? 

But seriously, he does.  Lucky for you I keep those pictures all to myself.

Flashback Friday

...because people often ask why my children have blond hair.

Granada

Within hours I'd given you my shoes.
Within days I'd given him my heart.

We Met in Spanish Class

Nate, David, Me

David and I were talking. Nate, who sat a row away, leaned over to "shush" me. I'd never been shushed by a peer before. Teachers and parents sure, but never a gorgeous 24 year old man. It was embarrassing and infuriating all at the same time.