WARNING: This post may be all over the place which would be no different from my brain and my body this week.
First off, I want to thank everyone for such encouraging messages for my birthday and to my family for making it so special. I started the day off at church which was all about whether or not we really believe(in our heart, not our mind) that the Lord truly loves us. So I already had that on my mind when we got up to take Communion and out of nowhere the worship team starts playing one of my favorite songs. And as they are getting to my favorite part, Loulie lays her little head on my shoulder, snuggles in and starts to pat my back. It was all I could do to hold it together standing in the middle of the church aisle. What can I say--I am blessed and truly grateful to the Lord for all he has given me, most importantly his love.
The rest of the weekend was spent doing fun things as a family. We hit up the tree lighting downtown and the boat parade in the harbor. For whatever reason, Loulie was still going strong at 10:30 while Bert and I were crawling back to the car. I'm pretty sure she stopped and talked to every person from waterfront park to King St.
We decided to leave the little munchkin at home Sunday night so that Bert and I could enjoy a meal together (which has happened maybe three times since Loulie was born).
He took me to Husk for my birthday. I included a picture because the best thing about this place is how beautiful it is. How bad do you want to live in this house? I requested this place because of the hype that has been built up around it. The winner of the James Beard award opened it a few weeks ago and is only using local ingredients to prepare his courses. Right up my alley, right?--no! It turned out to be a real disappointment. The service was great, the atmosphere is beautiful but the food was some of the worst I have ever had. Hopefully, they will get it down soon--it would be such a waste for this place not to be successful. My suggestion--for now, just go to the bar. It is in an entire separate building. I so badly wanted to pull out my camera and take pictures of the exposed beams, slanted brick due to Charleston's last earthquake and the vines that they left growing in and out of the ceiling from outside; but I contained myself and you'll just have to go check it out yourself.
We also finished decorating or are at least close. After my last chaotic post, I thought I may not hang the first ornament but we all chipped in and now Loulie can tell you exactly where our tree, Santa and baby Jesus are in the house at all times. She still gets a little confused at times..
"Loulie, where is baby Jesus?"
"Ho, ho, ho"
"No Loulie, that's Santa. Jesus is Happy Birthday"
Then she starts to blow like there is a birthday candle in front of her which is my clue to chill out because I really don't think she needs to fully grasp the virgin birth at age one!
Have a good rest of the week!