one of us is married to HIM

BLOG DAY 7? 

Anybody out there? Been pretty quiet around here. Maybe I’m needy, but uh… comment. 

Today we’re driving to Virginia Beach. I think we’ve been on the road for about eleventy-jillion hours and about an hour and a half to go.

Yesterday we were at River of Life Church in Aiken, South Carolina.

(disclaimer: I am writing this blog under the influence of cold meds and my brain is all wicky-wacky)

We’ve been to this church a couple of times before, but this is the first time we’d done a non-youth event. We have been getting a pretty good seasoned citizen ratio these days. I’m not sure what that’s about, but some of my favorite people are seniors, so it’s all good.

Richy has been sharing our twin story some, and usually forgets to mention that I, the diminutive redhead at his side, am mother of his children. So people tend to assume that Hannah is the wife, and console her after the concert. Or, they assume that the wife is at home, or has run off with the sound guy, or whatever. Clearly, she is not standing right here.

 I know that traditionally, the husband plays the guitar and the wife plays the keyboard and sings specials. Those are traditional roles. We shake it up a little, and people just get confused. So it’s always entertaining to me to watch Hannah receive the comfort of the Lord.

Last night Leah got questioned extensively about how she lost the babies, and how she didn’t and wasnt she married to the guy on the stage (yes and no) and did the blue wash OUT of her hair or was it permanent and WHERE is the wife and so on.

Easily solved, folks. Point > to the wife. I’ll bring the MOG up to speed later, or if I forget, when he reads this blog.