Co-MVPs

This may have been my tensest Super Bowl Sunday ever.  I really didn't care much which team won and I was surrounded by friends who know and love me, so what could have possibly been so stressful?  I took the boys to a Super Bowl party solo.

Jason had to fly to DC for work this evening, and we'd been invited to go watch the Super Bowl at the Lakemacher's with the Townsends and a couple other school/church families.  We'd RSVPd before we knew Jason would be gone, and I don't know whether it was bravado or foolishness, but I decided to stick to our plans.  Of course, everyone there knows both boys and all about the situation, so there were plenty of fill in "dads" to help out.

But the boys didn't need them.  They were both really good.  I actually got to sit and snack and watch some of the game and a few commercials!  They both ate.  Neither of them hurt themselves or anyone else.  They didn't fight.  They played relatively nice with the other kids.  In fact, C was an angel.  He sat doing puzzles in the living room and a couple times went over and very sweetly played with a baby who was there.

Then when it was time for us to leave long before everyone else (I was not about to sacrifice our bedtime routine on a Sunday night when Jason is gone), they got their shoes, gave about 95 high fives to the one middle school boy who was there and skipped to the car.

I am astounded and so very grateful.  Grateful to the the friends who invited us over and assured me they'd have my back if all hell had broken out.  Grateful to the boys who rose to the occasion.  Grateful to Jason who must have been praying harder this evening than ever before in his life.  And grateful to God for growing my faith bit by bit these past few weeks.

"I believe; help my unbelief!"

(Mark 9:24b)