National Popcorn Day 

I don’t need a reason to eat popcorn! The kids are too young to eat it, so we celebrated National Popcorn day on January 19th after they went to bed. I popped it old school… In a pot, on the stove. Melted some butter in the microwave, poured it over and sprinkled it with Parmesan cheese. Chris likes his with Tajin seasoning and Parmesan. A rather silly thing to celebrate, but fun nonetheless! 

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Winnie-the-Pooh Day 2017

January 18 was Winnie-the-Pooh Day! Chris asked me, “what makes today Winnie-the-Pooh day?” and I had no idea. So obviously, I Googled it.

The author and creator of Winnie-the-Pooh, A.A. Milne was born January 18, 1882. So it makes sense that January 18 commemorates Milne and the Silly Ol’ Bear he introduced to the world through his stories. I have been a huge fan of Milne for many, many years and never knew about Winnie-the-Pooh day until this year.

We’ve all been under the weather this week (“tut! tut! it looks like rain!”) so I decided to skip the honey cakes and we just cuddled on the couch with our many Pooh Bear plush toys, and read all of the Winnie-the-Pooh books in our home library.
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In the afternoon, we watched the 2011 Disney film, Winnie the Pooh, which is one of my personal favorites.
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At the end of the day, I gave Emery a spoonful of honey (Sawyer isn’t so lucky as he isn’t a year old yet) and we sang the 100 Acre Wood song (aka the Winnie-the-Pooh theme).

I adored Pooh when I was growing up, and even collected all of the classic characters when I was a teenager. It makes my heart so happy to watch my kids playing with those little plush toys that sat in storage for so long, and to hear my 2-year-old’s sweet voice singing out, “Winnie a Pooh! Winnie a Pooh!”

“What day is it?”
“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.
“My favorite day,” said Pooh.
– A.A. Milne, from “Winnie-the-Pooh” (1926)

Rainbows

Last Thursday, I missed my husband’s great-grandmother’s funeral. Both of our kids were sick with fevers, and so I cancelled the babysitter and took the kids to our pediatrician. As I gripped the steering wheel and navigated my minivan through the torrential downpour, I prayed. I prayed that the kids would go to sleep (they didn’t). I prayed that God would keep us safe on the roads. I prayed that He would bring comfort to our family members who were mourning the loss of a matriarch. I prayed for guidance, as Granny’s death impacts our lives and our living situation. I thanked God for the rain, but prayed that it would ease up a bit so I could at least drive the speed limit.

As I prayed, I looked off to the left of the horizon. Through the downpour, I could see blue sky. It wasn’t overhead yet, but it was on its way. And I couldn’t help but think about how that relates to life. Lately it has felt like we’ve been caught in a storm without an umbrella. We can’t seem to get ahead financially, the kids are “always” sick, there’s uncertainty in our future… it can be very overwhelming. But storms do not last forever. The rain will ease up. The clouds will part. The sun will shine again.

On our way home from the doctor, we drove out of the rain. The sun was blinding, and a glorious rainbow stretched across the sky. “See the rainbow, Emery??” I called to my daughter behind me. “Isn’t it beautiful? Rainbows are a sign of God’s promises to us.”

My heart soared. It’s so easy to get stuck in the mud and surrender to the rain pounding us into the ground. I’m so thankful we have a God who lifts our chins, takes our hand and pulls us up out of the muck to stand with Him. I may not know what tomorrow, next week, or next month will bring. But as the old hymn says, “I know Who holds tomorrow, and I know Who holds my hand.”