Karys is a blue jeans kinda girl. She loves some denim.

But occasionally she strays from the norm. Like this morning. She had on a little outfit with black leggings that she wore in this series of photos.

As Karys stumbled up to the breakfast table, Zane - who was already sitting down - looked at her and asked, “Why are you dressed kinda old-fashioned?”

I defended her quickly in an effort to avoid a scene so early in the day. Because Lord knows… with Karys, it doesn’t take much to be the recipient of her “stink eye”.

“She is not dressed old-fashioned. She’s just wearing something different.”

“Well, it kinda looks like it’s from the 80s or something.”

Someone is having a birthday.

Could it be… Karys?

Why, yes!

Our little monkey is 7 years old today.

And she received a lot of birthday love from her best buds at school this morning.

The Gospel group I sing with had an opportunity to minister to our church’s Celebrate Recovery ministry last night.

We just left the equipment in the fellowship hall and returned later this afternoon to tear the equipment down.

Karys tried to be a good roadie. But I think the hand trucks alone probably weigh as much as she does.

The Gospel group I sing with auditioned a new tenor late this afternoon.

The kiddos had to tag along and Karys just couldn’t resist the drum kit in the church sanctuary.

Most kids can’t. Even, umm, us older kids.

After hitting the pads for only a few minutes, Karys had decided that she wanted to be a teacher AND a drummer when she grows up.

But she might need to lower the stool just a bit.