A Great Many Things

September 25th will always be a special day for me. Today would have been Nana's 79th birthday, and I'm sure she would have done something truly fabulous with all of her adorable church lady friends in true Joyce fashion.  No matter how old I get, even when I am a grandmother myself (Lord willing), I will always treasure this day. This morning as I sat feeding and rocking Lucy, I had a philosophical conversation with her about her grand-Nana, life, death, and the whole idea of things unseen.  She thoroughly enjoyed it by the way. I could tell. Death and the Afterlife are things that have simultaneously fascinated and terrified me, but I've found certain answers and beliefs as an adult that have taken the edge off of the terrible earthly finality of death. As a Christian, I do believe that we have an eternal Afterlife where we are continuously in the presence of God.  Christian children are taught that Heaven is a wonderful paradise where everyone lives in a mansion, wal...

Two years ago yesterday, Patrick and I recited our vows in front of about 100 guests.  Our wedding was perfect in some ways and a total disaster in others.  Since yesterday was a bit of a crazy day in the Watson household, I've spent a lot of quiet time this morning reflecting on the past two years of marriage and our three years as a couple, and I decided I'd blog, so here goes. Suffice it to say that I don't have the best taste in men when left to my own devices. Of course it took me years to figure this out.  It finally hit me one summer when I was, once again, chasing after someone who was a bit of a free spirit.  I can't help it. I love male versions of me. I guess that makes me a narcissist, but hey, we all have our ideosyncracies. Since my very first semester of college when I was still naive and stupid, I have loved outgoing, over the top, center-of-attention guys.  However, this creates an issue because this kind of man is often not interested in seri...