At last! The Siesta Fiesta is almost here! (Pause: I am suddenly starving to the point of throwing up and I need to get a bag of Cheetos. Okay, now I'm all good.) Tomorrow morning I am getting on a plane with my beautiful mother and we are heading to the great city of San Antonio, Texas, for a weekend with the Lord and with many of our blogging buddies. I have had some mental stress about this weekend over the last year, but now that everything is in place and it is finally here, I am only excited. There are so many people who I want to see and to meet! I can't wait! And of course it is always cool to be around the LifeWay team and the praise team. They are an awesome bunch. Also? Almost all of my dad's family is going to be there, possibly including several of my cousins who are in college and below. I haven't seen one of my aunts and her kids in over a year because they moved overseas last summer. I am looking forward to hugging their necks. If you notice a handsome grandpa cruising the arena with a cane, that is my Pappaw. He will probably be working the room.
So, I've had a lump in my throat for two days for no reason other than my hormones. Today I almost cried listening to Beyonce's "Irreplaceable" on the radio, which is not a crying song, y'all. (Sometimes I have to turn off the Christian radio station when they play the easy listening version of some song that is not meant to be played that way. I can't think of an example but y'all know what I mean.) Seriously. The hormonies are bad. The catharsis is coming but I do not know when. I will go ahead and apologize to anyone who might be near me or in view of me if it happens this weekend.
Finally, please hear me braying like a donkey while I apologize for Curtis and I making a joke about the little boy who was with Yao Ming in the Olympic opening ceremonies. All I saw was a tiny clip and I had no idea he was an earthquake survivor who had saved some of his classmates. He honestly looked like a toddler in such a large man's arms and I thought he was Yao's son. We had no idea and we feel terrible. Sorry y'all! Thanks to my dear friend Vonda Jo for giving us a clue. We love you and miss you, Vonda Jo! I'm sure I will have many more things to apologize for in the next six months, seeing as how pregnancy seems to diminish my filter.
I said "finally" in the last paragraph but I lied. I need to wrap up my feelings about the Olympics. Yeah for Shawn Johnson winning a gold medal! I got emotional watching her parents embrace and cry. Yeah for Misty and Kerri for winning another gold medal in a rain-soaked match! Did y'all hear them saying that now they just want to have babies? I thought that was sweet. Boo hiss for the poor guys who thought they had won medals after a race but on their victory laps found out they had been disqualified for stepping on the line. That totally stinks. And it's not like the guys who ended up with the medals could quite celebrate - they had actually come in fourth and fifth. Boo hiss for what happened to poor Lolo Jones. Bless her heart. Boo hiss for all of the athletes who put their hope in getting a medal but will go home disappointed. I pray they find the true Satisfier of their souls. Now I want us all to think about how we have watched the extent of man's spectacle and glory. It only lasts a few minutes. And like much of the opening ceremonies, it is really not what it appears to be. Our glory and our lives fade like a mist, but God's glory is eternal and limitless. It is unimaginably awesome and magnificent. We were created to magnify Him and to enjoy Him forever. What a wonderful hope we have! Lord, let us see YOUR glory this weekend! Amen!