Happy Birthday Kathy!

Today is my friend Kathy's birthday. I couldn't find a picture that did her justice, so I'll just have to write about her! Kathy's family had just come to our church when I was pregnant with Carissa. I hadn't met them, but Cary had-they had two in the youth group at the time. Cary kept telling me about them, but our paths just weren't crossing. We finally met when Carissa was two weeks old. My folks had left that day, and Cary thought we would go out to dinner. He kept telling me that Kathy would love to babysit, and he called her and they didn't have plans and agreed to keep Joshua and Carissa that night. That was only the first, they did that every Thursday night for many years. At one point they lived not far from our house and I would call Kathy, warn her the kids were on their way, send them out the door and watch them walk down the street until she was in sight to get them. Way too young to be a grandparent, but she acted like it. She gave them anything they wanted, even introduced my son to SUGAR cereal! She always sided with the kids. She always let Joshua think he was right. She came and took Joshua "miniature golfing" at the crack of dawn, just to protect him from his mother. Kathy has been there for a lot of thick and thin-20 years worth. We raised rebellious boys together. Quilted together every Monday night for several years. Back when I sewed, she helped me hem my dresses so they were even at the bottom. Killed a snake in my garage together. She took a little trip with me and we came home with Spike. She served her time at ball games and birthday parties. We do trauma together well. She and David sat with me while Carissa was in surgery for a broken arm, and Cary was out of town. She came running the night of the bus accident. Kathy is a giver. I am honored to call her my friend. Today was a busy day, I'm just now getting this written, but I did make it by to say Happy Birthday to Kathy! We hope for many more!