We slept in a little bit this morning because instead of going to Grace for church, we’re heading up to Chase Oaks because my high school youth pastor from Iowa (Greg) is now the arts pastor there, and he’s doing a painting during the worship service. I think it will be super awesome and I can’t wait to see it.
Greg has also been awesome for Joey over the last year, meeting him for lunch, helping him figure out youth ministry stuff, and giving him ideas about…lots of things.
So anyway, we were sleeping in. Because we don’t have to be at Chase Oaks until 11:00.
Henry woke us up at 8:30 and so immediately Joey rolled over and asked me if I’d like to cut his hair.
Uh, not really, no.
But I’ve literally been putting it off for about, oh, two weeks. He’s starting to look like a shaggaly monster. So I agreed and that is why, at 8:44, I am sitting here typing away telling you, Internet, that I’m about to give a Sunday morning haircut.
Sometimes life is kind of weird if you ask me.
