The Hathcocks

Our Sunday was amazing. Brian and I went to church, and the minister talked about God needing something in each of us.

We spent a lazy hour on a blanket, since it was so beautiful outside. I thought about Gig—today he would have been 17.

We left for the church around 1:40. Before we left, I received a message from my mom, saying she loves me, "have a great shower," etc. I grabbed my phone on the way out of the door, thinking she might call during the shower.

When I walked in, I almost fell over from shock. I couldn't believe they came. I almost cried.

The gifts were endless, and God-sent. Everyone was so nice, and the ladies at the church did such a good job. We had food (good food), decorations, and a king and queen-esque bench to open our gifts upon. That last part seemed a little strange, but I liked having him so close.

All of the cousins stopped by, along with many people I don't know yet. So generous; so caring.

After we could nab the camera from Gary (he's almost as bad as his son), we took more pictures and loaded up dad's truck. It was then that the ladies came out and produced a corsage for me. Heh. They had forgotten about it until around 3:52. I felt really bad, because the woman had made the arrangement herself, after a big issue with gathering the flowers. (I think they were stolen, or something. Cool.) I wore the thing for about fifteen minutes, until I changed clothes at Brian's house.

One of the best parts of the whole day was when I realized that my parents could come by and see the house. They love it almost as much as we do.

Brian and I signed the lease, the group of us jiggled the storm door, and Brian and my mother took a video of the house on her Kodak digital camera. As we were leaving, we spotted a baby squirrel that had most likely been orphaned a few days prior. Brian took him home in a box to nurse it to health.

My parents drove me back to school, and I miss my baby-animal-hero all too much.

Posted by Lindsey at 12:10 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

The shower was from 2-4 today, as you might already know. We arrived at 1:45 and my mom ushered us in with a strange smirk. Lindsey went in first and promptly jumped with her hands to her face. Her parents had driven down this morning and surprised us.

The ladies of the church had arranged the fellowship hall very nicely, with a table of food and decorations. They were in the kitchen when we got there, moving things around and bringing out the last of the food. There was also a long table of gifts and cards against the wall. Many people came, including Ann Horton (my great-aunt Doris's daughter), aunt Libby (Doris's sister), my great-uncle James Morgan's wife Myrtle, James's daughter Susan, Jeremy and his family, Justin, Josh and Jodi, Nathan and his girlfriend Jordan, aunt Lisa(my mom's sister), Oren and Nancy Josey, and many others.

We received so many gifts that I began to feel guilty. What had I done to deserve such great treatment? I'm very grateful to everyone, especially Vera Kaye, Nancy, and the other women of the church for preparing and setting up everything. A special thank-you goes to Sharon Faulkner and her family, who are providing Lindsey and I with much needed furniture. We truly appreciate it, along with all of the great gifts we've received. Thank-you to everyone.

Posted by Brian at 08:10 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)