We will be partying to the nines! Nine years, that is. Mamoune is nine years old today. Tim asked if that meant that we are getting old. No, it doesn't. However, the fact that he is sore from playing just one hour of kick ball and that every extra pound I gain now lands in my middle region instead of it's prior hip and thigh abode are indications that we are getting old. sigh.
To see a little bit of Mamma Jamma's story, click here.
As Queen for the day, she will get to choose a restaurant (usually Mexican or Chinese -anywhere that serves rice) and an activity. She seems to be leaning toward bowling; always fun with a one year old in tow. =)
If you ever think to pray for our oldest daughter -we would be grateful! As I said in the post linked above, life with Mamoune is not always easy. Like many children adopted at an older age, she came programmed with some serious survival skills. Not so much the good kind like how to start a fire with two twigs but the bad kind like manipulation and self-preservation at all costs. We all have these skills -they're called sin. And just like us, her best hope for overcoming these things is Jesus.
Here are a couple of verses that you could pray for her:
Psalm 51:10 "Create in me a clean heart, O God. Renew a right spirit within me."
Psalm 51:17 "The sacrifice you want is a broken spirit. A broken and repentant heart, O God, you will not despise."
You could also pray that Bella will not end up sliding head first down a bowling lane today. =)