Apparel
Warm congrats to my cousin, Matthew, and his wife, Megan, on the birth of their second daughter.
Most of my paternal grandparents’ grandchildren began having children rather late in life. So, although perhaps it shouldn’t surprise me, it always does – pleasantly – when another little niece or nephew or once-removed first cousin comes along.
What a world to come into, though.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Then again, things arguably were worse in Genesis-time. I have a couple of colorful t-shirts with the caption, “Need an Ark? I Noah Guy.” There’s a picture of the ark on the shirts. (Alas, I can’t find the picture online – just other shirts with the same caption but different artwork.) I obtained these shirts after a children’s program at my church. They were spares.
I wear them around because I’m edgy like that. And because they fit.
No one ever has commented on them – the occasional raised eyebrow is as far as things have gone – until today, when I wore an ark shirt to the to the Salvation Army Kroc Center. (The boys have been taking swim lessons there.)
My goodness, how many laudatory remarks I got.
Did you go to the Ark Encounter?, one man asked.
My people.
Now what I need is a Coach Cignetti shirt to wear to the Kroc.
Most of my paternal grandparents’ grandchildren began having children rather late in life. So, although perhaps it shouldn’t surprise me, it always does – pleasantly – when another little niece or nephew or once-removed first cousin comes along.
What a world to come into, though.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Then again, things arguably were worse in Genesis-time. I have a couple of colorful t-shirts with the caption, “Need an Ark? I Noah Guy.” There’s a picture of the ark on the shirts. (Alas, I can’t find the picture online – just other shirts with the same caption but different artwork.) I obtained these shirts after a children’s program at my church. They were spares.
I wear them around because I’m edgy like that. And because they fit.
No one ever has commented on them – the occasional raised eyebrow is as far as things have gone – until today, when I wore an ark shirt to the to the Salvation Army Kroc Center. (The boys have been taking swim lessons there.)
My goodness, how many laudatory remarks I got.
Did you go to the Ark Encounter?, one man asked.
My people.
Now what I need is a Coach Cignetti shirt to wear to the Kroc.