So last night I busted into a bin of my old things from childhood. My mom dropped it off about 5 months ago and it's sat unopened. I was saving it for a special night... well either I missed that night, or it just isn't coming- so I opened it.

Some of the contents: My pink bunny, Baby Foodoo #2 (#1 got whisked out the window of our car onto some Colorado freeway- a heartbreaking experience), An Original Kitty Cat Club Poster (we held meetings in my closet-- let me know if you want to join), letters, crafts, and a HUGE Colorform Miss Piggy Paperdoll, complete with outfits for every occasion-way cool. But the best part was my journals. No joke, one entry reads like this...

Nov. 18, 1985
I allwas (always?) want to talk to Sarah. Do you know why? Well, because I love Chad. I am not sure I will be marryed to him. But I like him. He asked me to borro my crayons. (Yeah...I know, pretty eloquent for a third grader.)

Ok, so as I read, there seemed to be an theme... page, after page, after page, AFTER PAGE of I love Chad Does he love me I think he does gosh isn't Chad cute, Chad.. Chad... Chad. At least I was consistent. Anyway, it just got me thinking of what God has given me. I have had many crushes, then it was Chad (who I think is a pig farmer now) and others after that. How was I to know that God would give me MORE than I could imagine in my husband. I will be the first to admit that I don't deserve the man that Ben is to me. I just think it's cool that God can dream so much bigger and better that we can even fathom. Thank God for that- otherwise I might be a pigfarmer's wife...