(prd)  n.
Pleasure or satisfaction taken in an achievement, possession, or association

The word “pride” sends shivers down my spine. I’ve never liked it, thanks to parents and grandparents who raised me to never shine the spotlight on myself — but on others — and with a family like this, I have many reasons to direct the spotlight in their direction.

First, Brian the hubster ran his first 5K this morning. He not only finished, but he broke his own record by finishing in a tad over 24 minutes. He’s been diligently training for weeks, and losing 20 lbs via Weight Watchers certainly helped in those efforts. So proud!   

And then here came Zach rounding the bend (below, in yellow). I thought I’d taken a closer shot of him. 🙁  Okay, I may not be a great photographer, but I am a proud mom.

The beaming continues…Our oldest son, Brandon, and his sweet wife, Megan, have decided to adopt from a little boy from Uganda! We’re incredibly excited for them, for our family, and especially for the little one God has already chosen to be a part of our family. We look forward to welcoming our grandson “home”…hopefully before Christmas? If you’d like to follow their journey, they’ll be chronicling it here. You’ll also find this link on my blog roll. 

And last, but certainly not least, while Sarah was using her snappy creative skills to help a friend yesterday, guess who got to keep Piper? Yep, you guessed it. 🙂

This wife, mom, mom-in-law, grammy, and grammy-to-be is one proud woman.

“Every good and perfect gift is from above.” James 1:17
Thank you, Lord!