Do you have Jesus in your feet?

I felt stinky and sweaty less than feminine from my workout with Jillian and working in the yard. I needed a shower... and to put a skirt on!

DK was out of town and would be home late. 2:00 a.m. to be exact So now I was all dressed up with no place to go.

The girls and I brought their movies back to Blockbuster. Conveniently, there's a Starbucks nearby. Mommy could use a big girl sippy cup sophisticated chai tea on this roadtrip. The girls get a coffee cake to share! Mommy's treat.

The woman who took my order told me I looked beautiful. I was having one of those 'ugly' days. Don't we all have them? She made my day. Her compliment felt genuine... like she wanted nothing in return. Well, unless she was expecting me to put something in the tip jar?! Hmmm...

On the ride home A-Nator said, “I have heat coming through my feet.” She was really hot.

Trying to be silly, I said, “What? You have cheese coming through your feet?” Just work with me. If you had heard it, you could have twisted the words that way too.

Gracie chimed in and said, “What? You have Jesus coming through your feet?”

I said, “I don’t know where you girls get your silliness from.”
In unison the girls said, “You and daddy!”
A-Nator said, “Well, we were born from your belly.”

For some reason the tune from Veggie Tales, Jonah and the Whale, started ringing in my head. Ah! She better not start singing it too “… from the belly of the whale.”

My photo was courtesy of A-Nator... a paparazzi in the making. She said, "Mommy, you always look beautiful. I don't know how you do that."

*Sigh*

Maybe it's because I have Jesus in my feet?