More Holiness Give Me: Appreciation for husband, Sunday, the 32nd

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Appreciation for husband, Sunday, the 32nd

This Sunday, I appreciate my husband teaching my kids that it is okay to cry during movies.

Sadly it was Rocky he was crying over, but still... It happened during the part when Adrian had just given birth. And she told Rocky to come closer... and when he does she tells him to "win" (referring to his next fight).

You see, Rocky had been very discouraged with employment. He had tried dumb commercials and working at a meat processing plant but with no luck. He had to fight because it is all he knows how to do. So after his wife's supportive word "win", and a few tears from his number one fan Corey, training began and Rocky won.

Oh brother. I need a diet coke. What is it with guys and Rocky? Long live the Italian Stallion!

3 comments:

Sister Savanah Jo Ward said...: Awww, Corey does have a tender side. I can't wait to tell all our friends! Oh wait, you just did...; August 29, 2010 at 5:48 PM
Melanie said...: HAAAAA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Jeffery cries over this, too! I swear, Susan...they're clones!; August 29, 2010 at 10:41 PM
Susan said...: Corey said...Don't you have better things to do?

Camy said...WOW, Corey, WOW!!!!

Melanie said...Better than appreciate her hubs? What could be better than that?

Melanie said...Ok, I understand your comment now, Corey! HAHAHAHHAHAAH you and Jeffery shoulddo a marathon, and Susan and I can sit on the stairs and laugh while we throw tissues at you two...

Melissa W. said...You kill me! That was one of the best-I laughed out loud, LOVE IT!

Mary said...ryan has a pic of sly w/ him, maybe you can borrow it Corey..."ADRIAN!!!!!!!!!!" wah

Mary said...actually a man that shows emotion is a wonderful thing-we need to teach our boys this gentle side

Camy said...I agree with Mary!! I like seeing the softer side sometimes. Kudos to Susan for keeping up with husband appreciation and to Corey for being a good sport about it. =); March 25, 2011 at 7:07 AM

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C.S. Lewis- Meanwhile the cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning...It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you say it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. But it is immortals who we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of the kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption, and our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses."

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" Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -Nelson Mandela-

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Sunday, August 29, 2010

Appreciation for husband, Sunday, the 32nd

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