Just in case you were wondering…Do I have swine flu?
Now you can know for sure. (thanks for the link 7daytrial.)
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Internet, I have been keeping something from you.
A baby something. With big blue eyes and red hair. 
And the cutest little tongue you ever saw.
And little baby fingers. Not grubby big boy fingers like someone else we know.
Speaking of that someone else, I think he is in love.
No, I have not given birth to a red head. This is baby….we are going to call her baby Arwen because she looks like a little elf and we are ginormous nerds. I thought about her Internet name being Noel since she was born on Christmas, but I like Arwen better.
She comes and hangs out with us at The Huckablog World Headquarters two days a week…and has for the past two months…and I am just now telling you. Sorry, but I am starting to realize I may not need to share EVERYTHING with you Internet. Wait til you find out what else I have been holding back. Ooooh a teaser. Or a cliffhanger? Or a misguided attempt at suspense? Yeah, that is probably the one.
Filed under Photography, lexapro lexplains it | Comment (1)To Whom it May Concern: Old Guy and New Guy
For some reason, which I am unsure of at the moment, the Methodist church likes to play a little game each spring called shuffle the minister. They take churches which are perfectly happy with their ministers and yank said minister away, then shove them into a new church to “spread their gifts” or some other such jazz. This usually happens to really good ministers about every seven years. It has been year number seven for the current minister at the best little pink church ever.
Dear Old Guy:
I mean this old in the most respectful of ways. Old like my favorite pair of flip flops–perfectly broken in but with a another few summers left in them. Confession? When I first met you I was a little unsure I liked you. You seemed perfectly nice, but I was not convinced that you were good enough for the best church ever. It did not take long for me to decide that you were exactly what the little pink church needed. You held our hands through the growing pains of change. You taught us how to reconstruct ourselves into a church that faces out instead of in, while still staying grounded in prayer. You taught me that being unsure is okay, that is when faith takes over. We can never thank you enough for sharing your gifts with us.
I know you said we will not stop being friends, but it will be different, your focus will change, and so will ours…I guess that is the point of relocations, it causes all of us to grow. Your new church has no idea what a good thing they have coming. We shall miss you, and your sweet family, and you will remain in our prayers …the prayers that are more confident than ever because of your teaching.
Sincerely,
Hey You ForgiveMeForHavingSomeoneElseDoOurWedding-Huckablog
Dear New Guy:
I just compared my favorite ever pastor to a pair of flip-flops. Comfortable, goes with everything, well loved flip flops. We have not yet met, but I have heard nothing but good things about you and Central (the parental hand holding during the sermon? Genius!). Just for the record—I often order shoes online which I have never seen in person, and have found my favorites that way.
It is kind of exciting isn’t it? Kind of like that nervous little thrill you have before your plane goes into the air on a new adventure. I always have liked a good adventure; I never would have discovered my love for Sashimi if not a little open to new things.
I hope we like you, that we come to love you like we do the old guy, but I also hope you like us. What if you don’t? What if the idea of a two-year old who sits in the second pew and has been known to talk through prayers makes you break into a cold sweat and lose your place? What if you look around our sweet and charming church and find it dated and unwelcoming? What if you just see an un-built playground and unsuccessful projects and don’t see all of the things that we have accomplished? What if you think having perfect music is more important than the sincerity of the musicians’ hearts? What if—just what if? Oh, what if you think that people who worry about everything have no faith?
Do you really believe that the conference knows what it is doing? Do you have faith that God is bringing you to our little pink church for a reason? I do. Really, I do. I am praying and praying for even more certainty in that answer.
Welcome, I look forward to having a second pew seat for this new adventure. I will be the one holding the wiggly two year old wearing yellow rain boots.
Sincerely,
Hey You 5th Generation Methodist-Huckablog
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Happy Earthday Y’all. No rant from me today, but feel free to go back and read last year’s.
Filed under Photography, The Son | Comments (3)Sugar overload x 4
1. Easter Egg Hunt with Playgroup
Notice whose child is the one wearing shorts when all the others are bundled up!
2. Easter Egg Hunt at the Elder (but not old) Huckablog compound
3. Easter Egg Hunt at Church
4. Easter Egg Hunt at Grammy and Grandpa’s. 
By ten o’clock Sunday night he was literally running in circles and shrieking at the top of his lungs. A gold star to the person who can point out what all egg hunts had in common.
Do you remember that Friends episode (my favorite one for the record) where they play a game girls against boys to get rid of the birds? And Phoebe wants to know something about a tree? “Ohh so close, I was looking for LEAFY.” This game is like that. I am looking for one thing. (maybe two. )
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Love, MeGlory be to God, Our Redeemer Lives.
Thank you for sticking with me through this week. I know it has been tedious at time, and boring or confusing or maybe even offensive for others. While I am sure I have read each and every account of Holy Week at some point, never before have I read them all at the same time, pouring through all of the gospels to create a time line. It has meant a great deal to me to be able to do this, especially to end with Christ’s triumphant resurrection. Happy Easter, and tomorrow back to our regularly scheduled mommy blogging.
Luke 24:1-12
On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb.They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, “Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: ‘The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.’ ” Then they remembered his words.
When they came back from the tomb, they told all these things to the Eleven and to all the others. It was Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and the others with them who told this to the apostles. But they did not believe the women, because their words seemed to them like nonsense. Peter, however, got up and ran to the tomb. Bending over, he saw the strips of linen lying by themselves, and he went away, wondering to himself what had happened.
Luke 24:36-43
While they were still talking about this, Jesus himself stood among them and said to them, “Peace be with you.”
They were startled and frightened, thinking they saw a ghost. He said to them, “Why are you troubled, and why do doubts rise in your minds? Look at my hands and my feet. It is I myself! Touch me and see; a ghost does not have flesh and bones, as you see I have.”