polka dots...

So, tomorrow is church day. For the last couple of weeks Zach has been asking to wear his polka dotted tie to church. First, how many boys want to wear polka dots, second - a tie? Well, Zach marches to the beat of his own drummer and I'm just a member of the band. So I have been putting him off. Part of it is because I simply forget until the clothes are already picked out and we are running to get ready in time. The other part, I have finally figured out, is that he wore this tie, this whole outfit, once - at Gramma's funeral. It has been 4 1/2 months and I'm stuck on the tie. That was the first time he wore a tie and it is ingrained in my mind. I remember the day she died, going with the family to pick out the handsome new clothes the boys would wear, how proud I thought she would be to see them dressed up, how I felt like I had to hold it together until everything was done. The pictures outside were awesome thanks to Bob, only it was a funeral, not a wedding.

Tomorrow will be polka dot tie day...less than 12 hours from now. It will be difficult, but, in the words of those who believe what I long to, God will pull me through...

Let's see how that goes.