Dear Mrs. T

A note I received Monday morning, fresh from the weekend:

Dear Mes. T.
I love the way your vos soews.
Love S


Can you figure out the last part?

no?

I love the way your voice sounds.

So sweet. And honestly, amazing, with the amount of yelling that takes place in my classroom these days. The little things are what make this job oh-so-worth-it.

The other favorite.

Last week I wrote about Breath of Heaven, one of my favorite Christmas songs. Grown Up Christmas List is tied. It's corny. I know. But, seriously, its a good list. So, listen and enjoy.




To see the actual video, go here. It's perfectly cheesy in every way.

Torture Chamber

I never knew the grocery store could torture me, make me cry. But for the past few weeks, it does. I go in, determined to get through my list of groceries, but its never easy. Most of the time I struggle through it, maybe grabbing a clementine to keep the nausea at bay, maybe buying foods only five year olds should eat because they sound so good. But today, that was not happening. I started in the dairy aisle, which I thought would be better. No gross looking raw meats, or sandwich meat slicers that usually cause the nausea. As soon as I has grabbed by first few items (shredded cheese, cream cheese, lemonade & cranberry juice) I started gagging. I tried to just keep my head down and get through the list, but by the time I made it the six more steps to the milk cooler I couldn't control the gagging. Defeated, I rushed out of the store, plopped into the car and called Chris, sobbing.


It's the weirdest thing, having trouble completing the most ordinary of tasks. I don't have any idea why I was gagging. Nothing I saw grossed me out. I guess it was the sheer amount of food. I continue to be so grateful for the growing baby inside me, but I'm ready to be able to do basic tasks like grocery shop or eat my breakfast without feeling sick.

New York City Bound!

Chris and I are headed to New York City with our very good friends this weekend. The main reason is to see Cate Blanchett (love her!) in Streetcar Named Desire. The show is in Brooklyn, which will hopefully give us a peek at a whole new area. We are also, of course, going to check out the Rockefeller Christmas tree and meander about the city. I'm praying the nausea and migraines will take a break this weekend so I can thoroughly enjoy this weekend away.



ps. heading to an appointment to hear the baby's heartbeat! details monday :)

Favorite Christmas Song

Happy December!!!

christmas & my birthday. good month :)

As I mentioned yesterday, I've been rocking out to Amy Grant's Christmas CD. It is my very favorite. I really love every song. Today, I'll share with you what might be my favorite song from the CD. It's tied with another, which I'll share later. If you don't own this CD- you should! I love the song and the words. So, here are both.





I have traveled many moonless nights

Cold and weary, with a babe inside

And I wonder what I've done

Holy Father, you have come

And chosen me now

To carry your son



I am waiting in a silent prayer

I am frightened by the load I bear

In a world as cold as stone,

Must I walk this path alone?

Be with me now

Be with me now



Breath of heaven

Hold me together

Be forever near me

Breath of heaven

Breath of heaven

Light in my darkness

Pour over me your holiness

For you are holy



Breath of heaven



Do you wonder as you watch my face

If a wiser one one should have had my place

But I offer all I am

For the mercy of your plan

Help me be strong