Can it be February already? This morning I realized that all my calendars (I'm a calendar freak--I have one or even two in every roomthe in the house, I think) still said "JANUARY." Not wanting to miss a single day of enjoying the new February pages, especially since February is short enough anyway, I scurried around lifting the old and revealing the new, amazed that a whole month has passed since I put the new ones up! Okay, a month and four days!

One of the children was sick this morning, and so after getting all ready for church and cooking a dish to take to our fellowship meal, I put two separate portions of dinner aside for John Caleb and me and watched the rest of the food and family go out the door without me. It turned out to be a lovely morning, though he might disagree. I listened to my audio book and worked all morning in the kitchen, getting all the gourmet junk food ready for the Superbowl. I had planned to do that yesterday afternoon and evening, but God intervened with something much more important for me to do, and even though it was unexpected it was one of those times when I sense God's fingerprints and bow to His timing. Anyway, the tasks were all done by the time the family returned home and now I'll rest a bit before the rest of the San Antonio family and Christine and kids arrive.

I've made: Texas Caviar (a southwest-y flavored concoction of black beans, black-eyed peas, hominy (YES, HOMINY!), onions, tomatoes, jalapeno and garlic, eaten with Fritos or scoop-shaped Tostitos), Tortilla Pinwheels, Baked Potato Skins, Buttery Dijon Deviled Eggs, Mahogany Chicken Wings, and as a concession to all those under-12 boys, frozen Taquitos with Cheese Sauce and Cheesy Pigs in a Blanket. And that's just the part of the feast that *I'm* making!

The girls beat me to the theater to see Dream Girls last night and they loved it. I had to laugh though...when someone mentioned that Diana Ross isn't too happy about the movie, one of the girls said, "Who's Diana Ross?" Oh my goodness. I'm too old.

The Papa leaves again Tuesday, having just returned Friday from Hawaii. But this time he heads in the opposite direction and will get to visit all the Virginia grandchildren (and their parents LOL) while pretending to work in Maryland. I'm praying for no car wrecks, no broken appliances, no 6ft 2in sons falling through ceilings, no strep throat or stomach viruses. We'll save all those for when he's home.

Hoping your Sunday has been worshipful, restful, and maybe sprinkled with a touchdown or two...