I'm here to give a little recap of this weekend but there's no way to do it justice. My dear friend Janelle came down from Irving and we got to hang out all weekend for the Siesta Scripture Memory Team Celebration that my mom hosted. It was so good to have quality time with her. Melanie and Sophie were also here and we got to stay with them on Friday night. What a blast. The awkward, absurd, and flat out hilarious moments abounded and so did the guacamole. We found the world's best - I kid you not - at Escalante's on Westheimer. I have no words, only pictures.
This is the dinner we all shared. It redeemed some of the meals I shared with Sophie in Melanie in Ecuador. Obviously, healthy eating was put on pause for about 24 hours.
I've never loved Melanie more because she embraced the awkward and took one for Team Moore a couple of times. It just so happens that Melanie and my sister are both very slender, tall, stylish, and beautiful with long brown hair. Out of the corner of my eye I sometimes mistake one for the other. There were a couple of times when people approached her and it was very unclear if they knew they were talking to the ultra fabulous uber-blogger Big Mama or the equally fabulous scholar of ancient biblical languages and sister of mine, @MisFitz77. Bless Mel's heart. She was so, so gracious and tried keep "Melissa" from appearing too aloof. It was the gift that kept giving.
One of my favorite things was that I had lots of people ask about As Our Own and Compassion. As Our Own even had a display in the foyer as part of HFBC's missions expo. That was such cool timing. I'm not much of a blogger these days, but if I can do anything to connect people with how they can help vulnerable children in Jesus's name, I will keep trying. (Lord, help me.)
My mom taught from 2 John and she brought it. Travis and Angela Cottrell and their team led us in worship, which was awesome.
This picture is for my friend Charity in Wales. I missed her very much this weekend. This is Siesta Cindy, who just moved back to the U.S. after being in the U.K. for several years. She was precious.
Lots of Siestas visited our church on Sunday morning and that was a lot of fun. We came very, very close to maxing out the chapel. I think you could have counted the empty chairs on your fingers. Curtis was on fire while he preached and I was just sitting there thinking, "This is my husband." I'm so in awe of Jesus.