Some days just start out all wrong.
Saturday happened to be one of them.
By 11:30 that morning I had already cussed at my brother-in-law, had a little spat with DW and showed my not-so-nice side to the lady at the Walgreen's drive-thru. Yep, all before noon.
I could blame it on my tender heart, raging post-pregnancy hormones, and the fact that I had to wait 35 minutes in the drive-thru to pick up a prescription, but the fact is that I was wrong.
I felt terrible and apologized and thankfully the day improved. :)
When DW got home from the gator (basketball) game, we decided to go over to Blue Highway. It's hard to have a bad evening when my favorite pizza with peppadews is involved.
Mrs. Mean-ness herself and my cuties waiting on our dinner
It was a great service ending with communion. It felt so good to be back at church after being "home bound" for 8 weeks! :) Maybree did great. She was awake when we went in so everyone got to see her cute self with her eyes open and then she slept through the entire service.
Sunday was a sweet reminder of the truth found in Lamentations...that God's mercies ARE indeed new every morning. Since I was batting a thousand on Saturday I was especially thankful for a new day on Sunday! :)