Why I love Friday the Thirteenth

Happy Friday the Thirteenth!

When did Friday the thirteenth become an “unlucky” day? According to WikiPedia, it didn’t become a widespread superstition until the 19th century, although some trace it back to the Middle Ages, when someone linked it to Jesus’ Last Supper, in which there were 13 attendees on Maundy Thursday before Good Friday.

lastsupper The fear of Friday the thirteenth is called paraskevidekatriaphobia, from the Greek words Paraskeví (meaning “Friday”), and dekatreís (meaning “thirteen”).

I never really thought about being fearful of a particular day or number – I mean, God made each day, and He tells us to “Fear not” more than anything in the Bible!

ellen-gina1995-001There came a day, though, that I learned to love Friday the 13th. It was 1994, and I was expecting my second child, Ellen. They calculated the due date, and guess what? The estimated date of birth was to be Friday, January 13, 1995. We laughed about it the whole time.

But guess what? She was right on time. On Friday, January 13, 1995–exactly 22 years ago, today–Ellen Priscilla Merrick was born.

ellen2-001On that blessed date God blessed us with a healthy, beautiful, compact bundle of energy with a head-full of dark hair and the ability to sleep anywhere but her car seat. Really.


Ellen will be graduating from college this May, with a degree in vocal performance. She’s all grown up, but still my little girl in whom I am exceedingly proud.

2016-11-11-21-09-23-hdrHappy Birthday to my Friday the thirteenth blessing!

3 John 1:4 I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.


Kids really DO say the darndest things, and DO the darndest things. I can see why Art Linkletter thought to put together not only a book of kid-isms, but a television show!

Here are just a few of the ways my kids have defied not only gravity, but space, time, and sometimes good sense:

  • There was the time my oldest daughter, Emily, in kindergarten, I believe, arrived home on the bus just MINUTES ahead of me. I can still picture me in my little car, speeding through the subdivision. I could SEE the bus, but couldn’t catch up with it! She found a safe place to hide, though, until we could roar up the driveway before the bus was even out of sight. She squeezed herself between the storm door and exterior door, and latched it. Oh, did I mention, the storm door was full-view glass? I have wished ever since that I’d had a camera with me that day.
  • Then there was the time she forgot to get off the bus. When they got through all the stops with a substitute bus driver, here was tiny little Emily, shorter than the back of the seat in front of her, sitting patiently. “Where do you live, Emily?” to which she calmly replied, “Over by McDonalds.” We didn’t. But McDonalds was new in town, and was HER favorite place to go!
  • Ellen managed to get stuck places, due to her penchant for climbing, etc. As soon as she could climb onto my mom’s dining room chairs, she would jump off, flat on her bottom, onto the hardwood floors. Ouch. Then she found the three steps from our kitchen to our den. Yep. She cleared them every time by the time she was three! One of the funniest things was when she got stuck in her doll stroller. She was screaming, and I was running for the camera . . . .
  • One of the favorite things my girls ever said to me was this, though. “Take a grip, Mom.” After I stopped laughing, I did.

When I want to have a good time, I just talk to my girls. We usually laugh a lot, usually tease, usually get some pretty good zingers in . . . and they’re my pride and joy! I love watching them grow up . . . and believe me, they’re STILL coming up with funny stories that we’ll share for years to come!

Sorry for the delay in posting!