My wife....

I just realized again this past Saturday that my wife is very special. It was her birthday that day. I walked in to the kitchen while she was preparing breakfast for 12 people, instead of the usual 7. Why?

Well, the day before she had a birthday/good bye/sleep over party for the girl that has lived here since last March when her mother passed away. Uzuki will be going to her adoptive family soon.

Deborah had an elaborate "Lilo and Stitch" party that included a hula dance (our daughter Coann did that! ) and a bunch of semi-Hawaiian food. They all must of had a fun time because they almost came through the second floor.

They began at 3PM.There were about 10 girls here (not counting ours) and those who didn’t sleep over stayed until about 9PM.

Before anybody says "Don't burn your wife out!" let me say, I was against the whole thing from the start. But thankfully she said "Just let me take care of it!". She and Coann planned and decorated and planned and decorated...

And even though I had to move a refrigerator at the last minute AND feed the foster baby at 3AM...I learned a lot from my selfless wife. Pray for her if she comes to mind. She is a great missionary…and mother and wife.