When putting away groceries I bought last week I realized I had 18 pounds of butter in my outside fridge. That's the equivalent of two big newborns. No wonder my midsection keeps growing. Oh that and pecan pie. Someone had to eat the last three pieces.
The day after Thanksgiving I needed to go to a lab with our daughter for blood work. As I sat there in the room I realized something really neat was happening. You see sixteen years ago on that very day (the day after Thanksgiving) I was approximately eight weeks pregnant with her and was again losing all symptoms of pregnancy even thought her heartbeat was strong. I couldn't bear to think of yet another miscarriage. They checked my estrogen level and realized it was "dangerously low" and prescribed me something to try and keep this little soul alive. Well it worked and sixteen years later to the day I was sitting next to this young lady. Life is sometimes very neat like that. I gave her a hug when we got out of there and she thought I was being a bit over-gushy. If only she knew how desperate I felt 16 years ago...
We had some dear ladies here with us recently. One of them cooked up a delicious Korean meal for us.
I needed to order some shoes last night for one of the MYP. The coupon code wasn't working and then the lady told me it doesn't work on this certain brand of shoes. Well she did some magic then said cryptically (since all calls are monitored and recorded) maybe you might like to try to order them again. Voila! The coupon worked even for this brand. Thanks Talisha!
Speaking of nice things. I was at my local Costco last week. A man with his little boy were checking out and had a princess birthday cake. They seemed excited about the impending party. Then the cashier tells him they only accept Visa. His face drops and says his wife never told him that. He would have to take his toddler home and get the different card and return. He was all polite and I sincerely felt sorry for him and the inconvenience. Then two employees call him back. "Sir? We'll just buy the cake for you. That way you don't have to come back." They took money out of their own back pockets and bought the princess birthday cake. He almost cried. So did I. I love witnessing human kindness.
Today is my dad's birthday but he'll always remain 86. This is the first time in my 52-years that I haven't been able to celebrate with him or tell or text him happy birthday. I think these "firsts" are what make losses a touch harder. But I can't say I'm really sad today. More so I'm thankful. I love one thing he said the most when he talked about more serious things. He so very often said, "we must keep the standard". He said it to me when I was young and carefree. He said it to me when I was struggling about things that should be important. And he said it to me within this past year. It's good advice I don't want to forget.
Well that's probably enough from me. Happy week ahead! I'd like to have something to drink, but I better not touch her apple juice!
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