I’m a party-pooper when it comes to parades. Given the choice between watching the Macy’s parade or cleaning crusty breakfast dishes, I break out the rubber gloves.
Funny how a baby changes everything.
One casual mention of Piper attending her first parade and I’m in the car before Brian has the opportunity to pop another piece of puzzle in place. Our fold-out chairs are left in the dust, but we don’t care. After all, what’s two hours of standing when one is dodging missiles hard candy being flung from floating contraptions, or breathing in toxic fumes from “unique” cars when Piper is nearby?
Funny how a baby changes everything.
Two thousand years ago, another Baby changed everything. One day, He will lead a triumphal procession, one in which we’ll no longer be spectators, but participants—victors in Christ!
Funny how a Baby changes everything. Every day. Every moment.
Thank You, Jesus.
Wonderful post and she is beautiful!
Piper is adorable.
Her firsts will be your treasured memories.
Enjoy,
Thank you, Carol Anne!
Thank you, Carolyn. We look forward to every "first" with sweet Piper!
I'm with you on the parades, but if the Lord gives me grandbabies I know I'll do anything they want!
And I love "A Baby Changes Everything." It's my song for next Monday!
Susan, I was unfamiliar with the song until I googled it. 🙂 I look forward to reading your post next week and in the meantime, I'll give it a listen. Thanks!!
She's beautiful, Cathy! Yea, I'd show her off every chance I got, too!
What a wonderful post. I love your repetition of "a baby changes everything", including Jesus' birth.
Piper is adorable! I would stand in line at a parade if I had a beautiful baby to enjoy it with!
I love your application too. Thank you for sharing this sweet moment!
Thank you Vonda, Ellen, and Katherine. 🙂