Well if the weekend was the wild (and let me tell you--two states, four major cities, and nine hours of driving definitely allows it to fall into the wild category), this week is the calm. Grocery shopping at Aldi followed by making dinner and watching Bachelor Pad yesterday. At home. For once. Yes, I owe my husband big. Tonight, I cooked a pretty fab meal if I do say so myself and gathered paperwork to send off tomorrow (!!!) (yes, I plan to talk more once I've sent it) followed by a trip to the neighbors for doggy play date. And then there's now. Blogging and watching Tangled. I have some fun things scheduled for the rest of the week. And work is keeping me busy but it's pretty boring to blog about so I'll just tell you, yes, I still work. Mostly, though, it's a great week to sit on our couch.
I reflect often about how blessed we are to have this extended time to share together as a couple. Yes, we know the wait for IC** is long. Yes, we know we will be tired. And mad. And frustrated. And more tired. But we also know we are supposed to be happy in our present. Man, are we ever happy. This time--the couple time--the babymoon if you will, is just fantastic. There are few things that give me more joy than picturing that man next to me (it's hubs if you need it spelled out) as a dad. But you know what? He's also a pretty great husband. So I will let him be the best he can be at that while I try to be the best wife. And in His time (sing the childhood hymn if you know it) we will get to share in the joys and trials of being mommy and daddy.
Tonight though? Tonight it's enough to be doggy mommy and daddy. And the best couch-resters this town's ever seen.
**Imaginary Child
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Little Man Monday
Hey IC,
I thought of you a lot this weekend. We heard from our social worker and we should get our home study in the mail tomorrow. That gets us one step closer to you. We're excited.
We spent yesterday evening with our small group talking about you and what it will be like when we get you home. We know it's a long time before we'll see you but we are still so excited. We pray for you often. Our small group is excited about you, too. As soon as we get out of our attachment cocoon (the time we'll spend at home with you just learning to be a family), I know you're going to love small group time. You will have instant friends and depending on a lot of factors, they may be really close to your age.
This weekend I also met a momma whose daughter is from your country. It made me shed happy tears for when I get to hold a picture of you. She told me that every second we wait for you is from God, that the minute we get to hold your picture in our hands we will know all the waiting was worth it. I know that's true, IC, and I pray you will have people loving you and holding you and sharing Christ with you until we get to bring you home.
Little IC, I look forward to talking to you again next Monday. I live in a weird feeling--being so excited to see you and know you and trying not to get stuck in the future. We love you and we pray for you often. We pray the Lord will bring you to us quickly.
Mom
I thought of you a lot this weekend. We heard from our social worker and we should get our home study in the mail tomorrow. That gets us one step closer to you. We're excited.
We spent yesterday evening with our small group talking about you and what it will be like when we get you home. We know it's a long time before we'll see you but we are still so excited. We pray for you often. Our small group is excited about you, too. As soon as we get out of our attachment cocoon (the time we'll spend at home with you just learning to be a family), I know you're going to love small group time. You will have instant friends and depending on a lot of factors, they may be really close to your age.
This weekend I also met a momma whose daughter is from your country. It made me shed happy tears for when I get to hold a picture of you. She told me that every second we wait for you is from God, that the minute we get to hold your picture in our hands we will know all the waiting was worth it. I know that's true, IC, and I pray you will have people loving you and holding you and sharing Christ with you until we get to bring you home.
Little IC, I look forward to talking to you again next Monday. I live in a weird feeling--being so excited to see you and know you and trying not to get stuck in the future. We love you and we pray for you often. We pray the Lord will bring you to us quickly.
Mom
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Joplin
I struggle to start this post. It's been three months since one of the most devastating tornadoes in US history touched down in my state. Three months of seeing the destruction in the news. Three months of hearing the stories, the hopeful and the downright terrifying. Like most, I've wanted to help. I've also been scared to help. And mostly, I had no idea how to help. So when my town announced they would be doing a one-day bus trip this weekend to assist in cleanup I hesitated. Then I signed up. I packed well for my one-day trip--water, sunscreen, close-toed shoes, and sunglasses to hide my tears. I had no idea what our seven buses and several carloads of people would find. You hear it's better. You hear people are moving on, starting school, building houses. I struggle to imagine how that works. You also hear there's lots to do. I'm here to tell you all those statements are true.
We arrived at the buses at 3:50 a.m. Four and a half hours later, seven hundred of us arrived at our four different volunteer sites. Hubs, my mom, and I chose to go to the school site. We were told we would assist with cleaning debris at a school. After being debriefed at Missouri Southern State University, we were whisked off to East Middle School. On the way there, it was hard to tell what had been cleared and what was just empty all along. It did seem things were moving--houses with walls. Business with "grand opening" signs. As we arrived at our work site, though, it almost looked like the storm had just happened. We were told the school had only been open for one year. It cost $18 million to build. It suffered $14 million in damages. Walls were torn off the school and debris was everywhere. We were given a mask, some gloves, and a good supply of trash bags and told to pick up what we could. I remember, with the first bag, feeling I could stand in the same spot all day in the 100 degree heat and still not get all the pieces of people's lives and belongings. Until noon, I fought the heat while I picked up roof shingles, textbook pieces, drywall, wall support, and other random objects. Debris cleanup is fancy for trash pickup, if you were wondering. More than 200 of us filled hundreds of bags and felt helpless in the heaps of rubble. I could look around and see most people like me--filling a bag and then standing in disbelief that there was still this much to do.
Noon brought sandwiches and much needed relief from the sun. I found myself sick from the sun and heat and unable to continue. Luckily it was right then one of the Americorp leaders asked a few of us to go to another site. This site was high priority and happened to also be air conditioned. We arrived at a school where one of the early childhood instructors had a look of relief at our arrival. We worked in the afternoon to put together classrooms, a cafeteria, and other instruction areas. The area had become high priority when the early childhood department was told on Friday afternoon they had to be relocated to temporary trailers so their permanent area could be used to house high school students.
It was hard not to melt as I heard the instruction-giver tell the story of standing, crying in disbelief on Friday afternoon as they threw all her classroom materials into boxes and told her the "new" classroom needed to be ready by Monday. She kept telling us how thankful she was for the volunteers. She didn't care where things went in the trailer--someone was helping her. It was nice to see the instant gratification of the classroom taking shape--almost the exact opposite of the debris cleanup. This was also the first and only time I was fortunate enough to talk to someone living through the rebuild. Her gratefulness was overwhelming, her stories more so. Stories of young men feeling a force throw them out of a bathtub, only to find the bathtub gone when the storm passed. Stories like the man who found the only wall remaining in his apartment had a painting of a dove sitting in a cove of a waterfall with the caption "shelter from the storm." We left in mid afternoon, drove through town and cried some more.
There is still so much to be done. There is also a great deal of hope. Ninety-five percent of students were in classes when they began two weeks ago. Forty-eight thousand volunteers have assisted the city in cleanup and rebuilding. Supplies and volunteers continue to pour in, but there are challenges too. More than 1,000 homes need rebuilt. Four schools were destroyed. Some homes and schools wait vacantly for Haz-Mat teams due to asbestos. I will not forget my experience but more importantly, I will not forget Joplin in my prayers. Please don't forget Joplin. They need us still. In prayers. In volunteering. In monetary support. If you want to go but don't know how, contact Americorp for information on how to be of most assistance.
I feel like I did nothing but I also know it was worth it. For every moment the heat beat me down, I worried I wasn't doing enough. But Joplin has a few more trash bags filled with debris. And one early childhood teacher changed my life forever. I pray she felt our difference in her heart as well.
We arrived at the buses at 3:50 a.m. Four and a half hours later, seven hundred of us arrived at our four different volunteer sites. Hubs, my mom, and I chose to go to the school site. We were told we would assist with cleaning debris at a school. After being debriefed at Missouri Southern State University, we were whisked off to East Middle School. On the way there, it was hard to tell what had been cleared and what was just empty all along. It did seem things were moving--houses with walls. Business with "grand opening" signs. As we arrived at our work site, though, it almost looked like the storm had just happened. We were told the school had only been open for one year. It cost $18 million to build. It suffered $14 million in damages. Walls were torn off the school and debris was everywhere. We were given a mask, some gloves, and a good supply of trash bags and told to pick up what we could. I remember, with the first bag, feeling I could stand in the same spot all day in the 100 degree heat and still not get all the pieces of people's lives and belongings. Until noon, I fought the heat while I picked up roof shingles, textbook pieces, drywall, wall support, and other random objects. Debris cleanup is fancy for trash pickup, if you were wondering. More than 200 of us filled hundreds of bags and felt helpless in the heaps of rubble. I could look around and see most people like me--filling a bag and then standing in disbelief that there was still this much to do.
It was hard not to melt as I heard the instruction-giver tell the story of standing, crying in disbelief on Friday afternoon as they threw all her classroom materials into boxes and told her the "new" classroom needed to be ready by Monday. She kept telling us how thankful she was for the volunteers. She didn't care where things went in the trailer--someone was helping her. It was nice to see the instant gratification of the classroom taking shape--almost the exact opposite of the debris cleanup. This was also the first and only time I was fortunate enough to talk to someone living through the rebuild. Her gratefulness was overwhelming, her stories more so. Stories of young men feeling a force throw them out of a bathtub, only to find the bathtub gone when the storm passed. Stories like the man who found the only wall remaining in his apartment had a painting of a dove sitting in a cove of a waterfall with the caption "shelter from the storm." We left in mid afternoon, drove through town and cried some more.
I feel like I did nothing but I also know it was worth it. For every moment the heat beat me down, I worried I wasn't doing enough. But Joplin has a few more trash bags filled with debris. And one early childhood teacher changed my life forever. I pray she felt our difference in her heart as well.
  "I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something that I can do." Helen Keller "Share with the Lord's people who are in need. Practice hospitality." Romans 12:13 |
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
I Like to Ride My Bicycle
Today I had a couple of firsts. First on the firsts list, I went to an auction--the surplus auction at the university. My parking space is about 1/2 a mile from my office so I decided I needed a bike. After perusing Craigs List and realizing people on Craigs List like their bikes way too much and have no intention of selling them (based on the prices) someone told me about the Surplus Auction. I was told they sell bikes super cheap and there aren't usually too many people there. I figured I'd take an hour, find a bike I liked, and end up with a bike fit for my mission at a good price.
The people who told me about the auction--they had one out of two correct. Yes, there were tons of bikes and they went for relatively cheap prices. But the people? Hundreds! Mostly handy men looking for scrap metal or dressers for an apartment complex they oversee. Let me tell you, when I showed up in my black cotton dress from Ann Taylor Loft, cute beaded headband, and silk tiger print scarf, I stuck out a little. OK. A lot.
I tried to look at all the bikes and figure out which one I might like. The auction people--they were like bees swarming honey. I could barely tell what was there, let alone what I wanted. Let me also let you know the last bike I owned was seafoam green with a hot pink seat and purple handlebars. Yes. I am a bike expert.
So, the auction starts and I realize (after buddying up with some gruff men in their fifties to get the lowdown) that I don't have a number. I run in and the first group of bikes is already gone. The men laughed. I was a bit sad because those seemed like the best lot but figured I still had literally at least a hundred bikes to go so I was bound to find one.
If you have been to an auction, forgive my ignorance. They have a "lot" of bikes. They bid and when you win, you pick your favorite(s) from the lot and pay, per bike, what you won the auction at. They go quickly. And since I had no idea what I wanted, I was a little lost. So, after watching one lot go, I bid one at $25, closed my eyes, and picked a bike.
I am the proud owner of a men's, multiple speed Murray mountain bike with a rusted chain and tires that need air. Friends, I have a bike.
I also have a dent in my car.
That's right. I went to put my bike in my car and realized someone had hit my driver's side door. I was devastated. Now my cheap bike was about to cost me hundreds of dollars, not to mention the heat was killing my fashion and I was sweating like a pig. Anyway, I drove back to work, finished my day, came home, and Hubs noticed I had a note on my windshield. It wasn't a hit and run after all!! I attempted to call the number to no avail but I left a message. Here's hoping Mr. Surplus Auction will have my damage paid for.
Second of my firsts: I taught my first class!
Yes friends, I have a syllabus. That says "professor" and then my name. It's a little bit of a lie--I'm more of a class facilitator than professor but I'll take it. First day highlights included:
--at least three students asking "do I HAVE to take this class?!"
--singing (or sing/humming) "The Final Countdown" in front of the whole class
--accidentally forgetting to include a student in an exercise
All in all, though, I would say the first day was a success!
Here's to firsts. I'm off to dinner...
The people who told me about the auction--they had one out of two correct. Yes, there were tons of bikes and they went for relatively cheap prices. But the people? Hundreds! Mostly handy men looking for scrap metal or dressers for an apartment complex they oversee. Let me tell you, when I showed up in my black cotton dress from Ann Taylor Loft, cute beaded headband, and silk tiger print scarf, I stuck out a little. OK. A lot.
I tried to look at all the bikes and figure out which one I might like. The auction people--they were like bees swarming honey. I could barely tell what was there, let alone what I wanted. Let me also let you know the last bike I owned was seafoam green with a hot pink seat and purple handlebars. Yes. I am a bike expert.
So, the auction starts and I realize (after buddying up with some gruff men in their fifties to get the lowdown) that I don't have a number. I run in and the first group of bikes is already gone. The men laughed. I was a bit sad because those seemed like the best lot but figured I still had literally at least a hundred bikes to go so I was bound to find one.
If you have been to an auction, forgive my ignorance. They have a "lot" of bikes. They bid and when you win, you pick your favorite(s) from the lot and pay, per bike, what you won the auction at. They go quickly. And since I had no idea what I wanted, I was a little lost. So, after watching one lot go, I bid one at $25, closed my eyes, and picked a bike.
I am the proud owner of a men's, multiple speed Murray mountain bike with a rusted chain and tires that need air. Friends, I have a bike.
I also have a dent in my car.
That's right. I went to put my bike in my car and realized someone had hit my driver's side door. I was devastated. Now my cheap bike was about to cost me hundreds of dollars, not to mention the heat was killing my fashion and I was sweating like a pig. Anyway, I drove back to work, finished my day, came home, and Hubs noticed I had a note on my windshield. It wasn't a hit and run after all!! I attempted to call the number to no avail but I left a message. Here's hoping Mr. Surplus Auction will have my damage paid for.
Second of my firsts: I taught my first class!
Yes friends, I have a syllabus. That says "professor" and then my name. It's a little bit of a lie--I'm more of a class facilitator than professor but I'll take it. First day highlights included:
--at least three students asking "do I HAVE to take this class?!"
--singing (or sing/humming) "The Final Countdown" in front of the whole class
--accidentally forgetting to include a student in an exercise
All in all, though, I would say the first day was a success!
Here's to firsts. I'm off to dinner...
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Home studies and Tigers and Films--Oh My
The next few weekend we're trying this approach that can only be described as "try to cram as much as possible in two one measly weekend." This approach began this weekend and so far, it's exhausting but rewarding. The disclaimer is that I intended to take tons of pictures. I have three.
Friday, we went on a pup walk. Gabby is finally getting old enough that she's able to sort of walk on a leash. Sort of because Hubs still has to douse her leash in lemon juice. She tries to eat it and then looks at us with this gross taste on her tongue and a look of disbelief. It's two parts hilarious, one part sad, and one part satisfying that we're finally teaching her something. Thirty minutes later, we all crashed and tried to get as much sleep as possible before the 5am alarm went off to signal us to the next big thing.
We arrived early (8am!!) for breakfast and social work. The rest of the home study process made me nervous but having to read someone else's observations on Hubs and was the cherry on the odd home study cake. Everything she said was so kind and I was so appreciative. It's just--who of us is used to reading super kind, glowing remarks from someone you met six months ago about your life, finances, marriage, and ability to parent. It was beautiful and awkward all at once. We thanked her for our approval and headed off. If you are wondering, yes, we are one meeting closer to bringing IC home. We should be doing our next big paperwork submission this week (hopefully). So, after leaving our social worker, an hour (and one Trader Joe's trip) later we were back at home prepping for our next adventure. Because we hate sleep. And rest. And time just to watch our BRAND NEW dvr. Instead we decided to volunteer for an outdoor film festival and bike ride.
In the rain.
Really, though, it wasn't too rainy. And we saw a great film called Last Days Here, a film that made me glad I am neither into drugs nor rock and roll. Still, it was a great documentary. The festival also had some of the best "picnic" fare I've ever eaten. Never before have I been to a picnic with seared pork loin. Maybe never again. And as a true surprise to everyone, we got to see some great pyrotechnics before the film began.
Yup, it was fun nine years ago but it was pretty darn good today. I would say we had a successful jam-packed weekend. We'll see about the weekend to come.
Shout-out and thanks to everyone who prayed for and thought of us during our home study. We'll get our official copy in the mail (hopefully) this week! It's fast and slow all at the same time. And so goes adoption.
Friday, we went on a pup walk. Gabby is finally getting old enough that she's able to sort of walk on a leash. Sort of because Hubs still has to douse her leash in lemon juice. She tries to eat it and then looks at us with this gross taste on her tongue and a look of disbelief. It's two parts hilarious, one part sad, and one part satisfying that we're finally teaching her something. Thirty minutes later, we all crashed and tried to get as much sleep as possible before the 5am alarm went off to signal us to the next big thing.
We arrived early (8am!!) for breakfast and social work. The rest of the home study process made me nervous but having to read someone else's observations on Hubs and was the cherry on the odd home study cake. Everything she said was so kind and I was so appreciative. It's just--who of us is used to reading super kind, glowing remarks from someone you met six months ago about your life, finances, marriage, and ability to parent. It was beautiful and awkward all at once. We thanked her for our approval and headed off. If you are wondering, yes, we are one meeting closer to bringing IC home. We should be doing our next big paperwork submission this week (hopefully). So, after leaving our social worker, an hour (and one Trader Joe's trip) later we were back at home prepping for our next adventure. Because we hate sleep. And rest. And time just to watch our BRAND NEW dvr. Instead we decided to volunteer for an outdoor film festival and bike ride.
In the rain.
Really, though, it wasn't too rainy. And we saw a great film called Last Days Here, a film that made me glad I am neither into drugs nor rock and roll. Still, it was a great documentary. The festival also had some of the best "picnic" fare I've ever eaten. Never before have I been to a picnic with seared pork loin. Maybe never again. And as a true surprise to everyone, we got to see some great pyrotechnics before the film began.
All in all it was a beautiful night by the river. I'd like to give a shout-out to the bugs who ate me alive. I've always wanted polka-dot legs. Jk.
For our final attempt at cramming as much as possible into one weekend, after church, we went to the grand tradition at Mizzou: Tiger Walk. All the freshies walk through the columns to signify their entrance into this grand institution. We (the staff, community and alums) wear matching t-shirts, cheer, and feed them ice cream. This time, we also got to be bouncers and keep the freshies in their place until the tradition began. I, being of the perfect bouncer stature, was naturally good at this job.
Oddly, I got a bit nostalgic, remembering that day NINE (say it ain't so!) years ago when I walked across in my sorority t-shirt and ate my very own ice cream. And Sunday, I enjoyed the time with Hubs instead of a bunch of women I had just met but planned to be lifelong friends.
Yup, it was fun nine years ago but it was pretty darn good today. I would say we had a successful jam-packed weekend. We'll see about the weekend to come.
Shout-out and thanks to everyone who prayed for and thought of us during our home study. We'll get our official copy in the mail (hopefully) this week! It's fast and slow all at the same time. And so goes adoption.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Little Man Monday
Hello Little IC,
We had our final meeting with our social worker and we're getting excited about sending our documents over to the country where you live. It should be soon. I think about you more and more often. I wonder if you are here yet--on earth. Either way, you're in my heart. We went to Tiger Walk yesterday and I wondered how many more Tiger Walks before you'd be with us. I wonder if you'll be old enough to run around the quad with the other kids or if I'll have you in a carrier. I can't wait to introduce you to our town and all the fun things we do. We are staying busy while we wait for you and I'm definitely thinking of plans for your arrival. And of course your room!
On Sundays at church we play with a room full of kids about your age. They wander around and smile at me and ask me about their mommies. I know you will do the same and I wonder how long it will be before you ask me about your other mommy. I pray the Lord gives me the answers when you ask. You're going to like church, but we'll have to wait a while before we go. All the books say you will need some time to be ours before we can share you. Frankly, I am just fine not sharing you. Plus our church streams service now. We may just stay at home for a while, you and me. I'll dress you up and we'll watch church and run around the house with the puppies.
I want to talk to you more but lots and lots of college kids are asking me questions so I have to go talk to them. I miss you, before I even know you.
Mom
P.S. We sang a song at church on Sunday that made me think of you. God tells us "do not fear my child, I'll come back for you, to take you home." I pray you know the same about us, little one. And I shed tears for you. But (relatively) soon you will be home and the tears will turn to joy.
We had our final meeting with our social worker and we're getting excited about sending our documents over to the country where you live. It should be soon. I think about you more and more often. I wonder if you are here yet--on earth. Either way, you're in my heart. We went to Tiger Walk yesterday and I wondered how many more Tiger Walks before you'd be with us. I wonder if you'll be old enough to run around the quad with the other kids or if I'll have you in a carrier. I can't wait to introduce you to our town and all the fun things we do. We are staying busy while we wait for you and I'm definitely thinking of plans for your arrival. And of course your room!
On Sundays at church we play with a room full of kids about your age. They wander around and smile at me and ask me about their mommies. I know you will do the same and I wonder how long it will be before you ask me about your other mommy. I pray the Lord gives me the answers when you ask. You're going to like church, but we'll have to wait a while before we go. All the books say you will need some time to be ours before we can share you. Frankly, I am just fine not sharing you. Plus our church streams service now. We may just stay at home for a while, you and me. I'll dress you up and we'll watch church and run around the house with the puppies.
I want to talk to you more but lots and lots of college kids are asking me questions so I have to go talk to them. I miss you, before I even know you.
Mom
P.S. We sang a song at church on Sunday that made me think of you. God tells us "do not fear my child, I'll come back for you, to take you home." I pray you know the same about us, little one. And I shed tears for you. But (relatively) soon you will be home and the tears will turn to joy.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Midweek Shuffle
I've struggled on what to write this week because I am not sure Hubs and my commitment to eating leftovers and watching Wheel of Fortune and episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation would really pull in the reader base. Regardless, we've been having a good week relaxing and not actually cleaning up the garage sale remains like we should have.
Monday was spent like every Monday: hiding my head in shame while enjoying the Bachelor Pad with millions around the US and about five of my favorite ladies here in town. We know it's trash. We know we shouldn't watch. We watch with glee each week--with delicious treats and the finest champagne any gal can buy for $4. We're high class like that. But seriously, we've watched every season of anything Chris Harrison has hosted for about four years now. Our group has changed over the years but our mission has not: to enjoy bad TV with good company. We hope to do this for years to come.
Tuesday, well, who can really remember Tuesday? Ah yes, we got in a great run in the morning and after a long day of telling students no classes they wanted were available and they may not cut it in our major, I came home to a little R&R with the man. An episode of Cupcake Wars and Chopped later, we were sound asleep. I know you think I am making up the excitement that makes up our lives but it's really this amazing. Please feel free to come enjoy our lifestyle of the rich and famous any time.
Yesterday, we did actually do something worth mentioning! No, I'm not talking about dropping pizza on my dress pants at work or dropping my punch cup in front of our faculty members (who thought I fell and was very concerned--no worries, I dropped it for no good reason). Hubs and I got to enjoy some time with a great campus ministry. We handed out Sno Cones and shared in the fun of welcoming kids back and inviting them to worship. So fun!! And then, to cap of our evening, we had wine with one of our fave couples and talked about being parents and the terrifying adventure that is.
Yup, pretty exciting friends. Stay tuned for tomorrow's recap, where you will learn about what the prize puzzle was today. Just kidding. Maybe. Either way, these are the days of our lives. The everyday moments:).
Monday was spent like every Monday: hiding my head in shame while enjoying the Bachelor Pad with millions around the US and about five of my favorite ladies here in town. We know it's trash. We know we shouldn't watch. We watch with glee each week--with delicious treats and the finest champagne any gal can buy for $4. We're high class like that. But seriously, we've watched every season of anything Chris Harrison has hosted for about four years now. Our group has changed over the years but our mission has not: to enjoy bad TV with good company. We hope to do this for years to come.
Tuesday, well, who can really remember Tuesday? Ah yes, we got in a great run in the morning and after a long day of telling students no classes they wanted were available and they may not cut it in our major, I came home to a little R&R with the man. An episode of Cupcake Wars and Chopped later, we were sound asleep. I know you think I am making up the excitement that makes up our lives but it's really this amazing. Please feel free to come enjoy our lifestyle of the rich and famous any time.
Yesterday, we did actually do something worth mentioning! No, I'm not talking about dropping pizza on my dress pants at work or dropping my punch cup in front of our faculty members (who thought I fell and was very concerned--no worries, I dropped it for no good reason). Hubs and I got to enjoy some time with a great campus ministry. We handed out Sno Cones and shared in the fun of welcoming kids back and inviting them to worship. So fun!! And then, to cap of our evening, we had wine with one of our fave couples and talked about being parents and the terrifying adventure that is.
Yup, pretty exciting friends. Stay tuned for tomorrow's recap, where you will learn about what the prize puzzle was today. Just kidding. Maybe. Either way, these are the days of our lives. The everyday moments:).
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