Hair Schmair

All this hair talk. And David Crowder is coming near my Podunk town with Third Day!! So ask me if I care about something as mundane as hair?? For those of you who don't know, I am David's oldest groupie. Pathetic, but true.

Once, he came to our church in Palo Alto and my son had the stomach flu and I was legitimately mad. I mean, I was like, Hello??? Do I not have four children? Can You not give me one little break?

My husband stayed home with my son, but it was hard to fully engage knowing I'd abandoned my kid. I've seen the Crowder band many times since, but this event stands out. And this is so cute. Sethy (the sick one) is coming with me to this concert and he goes, "I won't barf, Mom. I promise." That was years ago and he was only four! And my poor child remembers his Mom abandoned him for a concert. This is one of those events he'll tell on Oprah when he recalls his painful childhood. But it makes this concert more special. (And yeah, I'd do it again, so I haven't really grown or learned. Hence the reason you won't be picking up any of my parenting books.)

Seth went with me to Third Day a few months ago, and I let him hold my cell phone up like the teenagers were doing. Doesn't that break your heart? We had Greek food and I got my first glimpse of the BMW 645i in Granite Bay. Morgan, of the Spa Girls, had a new car. These are the days that string together to make life. A beautiful collision.