The Boy Steals the Show

31 March 2018

Your mom and dad married today . . . she was so beautiful . . . he was so handsome . . . the ceremony was perfect!

The weather cooperated too: gorgeous sunshine and temps in the 60's . . . couldn't have ordered better conditions!

I'm not exactly sure how YOUR day started, but I do know that you were with your mom from the get-go! I have pictures from the cabin . . . where all the girls (and you) got ready for the day. Thankfully there were many hands-on people to make sure you were taken care of since I had things to do as well.

The Captain and I finally showed up about 4:30, and by that time you were already dressed for the day as was your mom. A quick squeeze from you along with some pretty sweet kisses, and I got my first look at her . . . you were rather handsome . . . she was stunning!


Food was the reason I got to see your dad before the wedding . . . well, that and the fact that I had to deliver you to him to get your tiny little boutonniere pinned on by your Mimi.

Your dad and his groomsmen waited as patiently as they could . . . sometimes it's a little tough when you have something to look forward to.

The moment arrived . . . you dad waited at the front of the barn for his groomsmen who all walked in . . . each with a beautiful bridesmaid on his arm . . . then you ran breakneck speed down the aisle with the ring box. It's probably a good thing the rings weren't actually in it since you carried the top in one hand and the bottom in the other! Of course, you ran straight to your dad!!

And then your mom made her entrance . . . on Grumpy's arm . . . I couldn't decide who I needed to watch the most . . . your mom or your dad! She was beaming . . . he was nearly in tears. They both managed to make it through their vows without passing out OR falling apart!

So here's what happened next: when the music started you decided it was YOUR party! You pretty much spent the rest of the night on the dance floor . . . shakin' your groove thing! Of course, everyone gathered 'round to watch as pictures and videos were taken . . . you're quite the ham!

All in all it was such a wonderful day!

Tomorrow . . .

30 March 2018

Tomorrow #lambertpartyof3 becomes a family . . .

It's Almost Official

23 March 2018

Your mom and dad got their marriage license today . . .

. . . the big day is next Saturday, March 31st!

Sometimes the things we do don't always fall in the perfect order, but really, when you get down to it, the most important consideration is that you do the RIGHT thing . . . in the right time. I do pray that this will be the beginning of a long, wonderful adventure for the three of you.

And boy, just remember, no matter what your future holds, you are loved beyond anything you can imagine!

Choose To Be Kind

13 March 2018

So, I ran across this little "story" today . . . thought I'd share it with you.

By Christine Turel

I work in a decent sized, local, indie bookstore. It’s a great job 99% of the time and a lot of our customers are pretty neat people. Middle of the day this little old lady comes up. She’s lovably kooky. She effuses how much she loves the store and how she wishes she could spend more time in it but her husband is waiting in the car ‘Oh! I better buy him some chocolate!’ She piles a bunch of art supplies on the counter and then stops and tells me how my bangs are beautiful and remind her of the ocean. ‘Wooooosh’ she says, making a wave gesture with her hand.

Ok. I think to myself. Awesomely happy, weird little old ladies are my favorite kind of customer. They’re thrilled about everything and they’re comfortably bananas. I can have a good time with this one. So we chat and it’s nice.

Then this kid, who’s been up my counter a few times to gather his school textbooks, comes up in line behind her; we’re connected to a major university in the city so we have a lot of harried students pass through. She turns around to him and, out of nowhere, demands that he put his textbooks on the counter. He’s confused but she explains that she’s going to buy his textbooks.

He goes sheetrock white. He refuses and adamantly insists that she can’t do that. It’s like, $400 worth of textbooks. She, this tiny old woman, boldly takes them out of his hands, throws them on the counter and turns to me with an intense stare and tells me to put them on her bill. The kid at this point is practically in tears. He’s confused and shocked and grateful. Then she turns to him and says ‘You need chocolate.’ She starts grabbing handfuls of chocolates and putting them in her pile.

He keeps asking her ‘Why are you doing this?’ She responds ‘Do you like Harry Potter?’ and throws a copy of the new Cursed Child on the pile too.

Finally she’s done and I ring her up for a crazy amount of money. She pays and asks me to please give the kid a few bags for his stuff. While I’m bagging up her merchandise the kid hugs her. We’re both telling her how amazing she is and what an awesome thing she’s done. She turns to both of us and says probably one of the most profound, unscripted things I’ve ever had someone say:

‘It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’

The kid thanks her again and leaves. I tell her again how awesome she is. She’s staring out the door after him and says to me: ‘My son is a homeless meth addict. I don’t know what I did. I see that boy and I see the man my son could have been if someone had chosen to be kind to him at just the right time.’

I’ve bagged up all her stuff and at this point am super awkward and feel like I should say something but I don’t know what. Then she turns to me and says: ‘I wish I could have bangs like that but my darn hair is just too curly.’ And leaves. And that is the story of the best customer I’ve ever had. Be kind to somebody today.

You never know how your actions may affect others around you, so you might as well be kind to all.

"A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions, and the roots spring up to make new trees." ~ Amelia Earhart