As the name of my blog indicates, I spend a lot of time thinking about home. Of course, my Heavenly Home is the one that is eternal, so that’s where I need to lay up my treasures, and that’s the one I’m striving for. But in the meantime, I have been given this tiny piece of the here-and-now—this home on the edge of town, this family, this neighborhood—in which to serve Him. And, though this is in the earthly realm, I want the things that happen here to be investments in the Heavenly realm.




Saturday, October 19, 2013

CeLeBRaTe!! {Day 19 ~ Celebrating a Milestone: Learning to Read}


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The official name of this pillow is a bed rest pillow, but a friend once told us that they were called "husbands" in her college dorm, and so the bed rest pillow was known as a "husband" in our family.

My oldest daughter Kristin had a "husband" to lean against while reading in bed. Little sister Kati, who wanted to do everything her big sister did, said that she wanted such a pillow too. I promised her that when she learned to read, we'd buy her a "husband" of her own.

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Days, weeks, months went by, but little Kati did not forget the promise. Slow, steady progress was made towards learning to read, little by little, here a bit, there a bit. One day, something clicked and Kati seemed to put all the pieces together and read a passage fluently.

"Kati," I enthused, "you're reading!"

Without missing a beat, Kati said, "Now I can have a husband! Can I call Dad?"


Kati called her dad at the office. Ron was in the middle of his work day and I don't think homeschool was in the forefront of his mind at that point. He picked up the phone and heard his little daughter say to him, "Dad, I want a husband." 

I think he nearly dropped the phone.

After a bit of stammering and saying, "Now?," he asked to talk to me. I got on the phone and assured Ron that Kati did not want a life mate quite yet, only a bed rest pillow.

(Shew...happy dad!)


CeLeBRaTion Tip of the Day: Celebrate a milestone with a special gift.



This is Day 19 in the series CeLeBRaTe!!  Click ~here~ to see more.


9 comments:

  1. What a cute story! I've never heard that kind of pillow called a "husband" before.

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  2. Well, THAT made me laugh early this Saturday morning! How fun!

    Kim :-)

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  3. Now that made me laugh! Poor Ron. I've not heard of that term, but I remember when they were very popular. I had "my husband," a darling blue corduroy number, for about a week before I pitched him. The most uncomfortable thing ever. Does your family still use them?

    I also love your description of the lightbulb moment. It's why of all the grades I taught, first grade was such a blast...so many lightbulb moments that I became addicted to them.

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  4. So precious! I like these rest pillows so much, Also that they were named "husbands".
    Enjoy your weekend.

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  5. My daughter loved her "husband" when she was in college. It was a big ugly orange corduroy number. I love the phone call your Kati made to her Dad! ♥

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  6. I've seen these pillows but did not know they were called "husbands". I always wanted a plastic pillow like this for the bath tub, and I did buy one and never used it. Don't know why, I never got around to inflating it! Typical of me. xo

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  7. I had heard they were called "husbands". Love the story- reminds me of the first day of spring Abi story- great memories our "littles" make without even knowing it.

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  8. Is Kati still content with a husband of the stuffed kind? ;)

    Very funny! It seems that all is well here as you celebrate celebrations. This is definitely how I imagine things at your lovely home.

    Blessings, Debbie

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