Hi, Siestas! I hope your weekend has been wonderful. I worked most of it because of the book signings. Partnering with Francine Rivers made every minute worth it though. I'd hoped we'd really get to spend some time together one-on-one but the schedule only afforded us a few minutes over lunch on Saturday. I found her fascinating, which, of course, would be no surprise to anyone familiar with her work. She's so brilliant.
And I loved meeting so many women at the bookstores in Dallas and Houston. Seeing one face at a time is my favorite part. I got to write an "A+" on a number of copies of
So Long Insecurity because they belonged to some of our
bloggers in our book discussion. They showed me their letters written on the inside of the front covers (no, I didn't read them) and their five Scriptures on the inside of the back cover. I really got tickled at one young woman who doesn't like to write in books but she's also a rule keeper so she carefully taped her letter to the inside cover and wrote her five Scriptures on stick notes and stuck them to the back. I loved it.
After nonstop work from last weekend in Toronto through yesterday afternoon's last signing, I was exhausted and thrilled to have a Sunday with my sweet family. Here are a few snapshots from our cookout on this mighty chilly Spring day in Texas. I wish you could smell the hamburgers on the grill in the background. They were so fabulous. I don't know why but I like mustard on a store-bought burger but mayo on a charcoal-grilled one. This was a mayo day.
Like most of you around the country, we had a sudden cold front so the first activity on the docket was a campfire. My man could build one standing on his head with a blindfold. But don't try that at home. This one is not his best. Just his quickest. A hole in the ground, a few small logs, and a match.
My man. I love him like crazy. He looks completely gray-headed in his cowboy hat because all you can see are his frosty sideburns but, actually, he's still got a lot of black hair under there.
My man and me. We're still pretty
snuggly.
We are so jazzed to have Melissa and Colin home for the weekend. This is a beautiful sight to me.
Keith worked so hard on the cookout that he wore himself out. All the sudden he collapsed on the quilt for a nap. We laughed our heads off because you can tell from his boots that he just stepped right out of them to make himself comfortable. This is what the space near him will look like after the Rapture.
We are blessed to get many opportunities to be together as four generations of "
Moores." This is Keith's Daddy, "Big Pops," with his great-grandson, Jackson. I am so annoyed that we didn't get a picture of Keith's mom in this series. We love the two of them very much. They live only 20 seconds from our front door. I tell Keith all the time that he's the best son I've ever seen.
Two "
beths" and both with clips. This was
Annabeth's first up-do. I was really happy with it. We're making so much progress.
A little closer look:
Aunt Melissa teaching Jackson how to roast a
marshmallow from a wire coat-hanger. What's a cookout without it?
Paydirt:
But, if a little toasting is good,
moore is better, right? Some like 'em hot. Some like 'em burned.
Colin and Big Pops visiting/Aunt Melissa and AB snuggling:
My man and his dad:
My firstborn and her second born.
3 Generations of wild women:
AB and Bibby:
My two favorite young women in the world:
Aunt Melissa soaking up the love:
AB eating a hunk of grilled hamburger like it's a chocolate chip cookie. That's a good Texas girl. Bibby could eat her up like a chocolate chip cookie, too.
For a man who originally thought he wanted two boys, he's a goner over this girl. This, of course, is my dear Curtis and his princess.
Thanks for spending some time with the family! God's blessings from all of us to all of you.
