We have 35 days until we know for sure. Not too long, not very short. The waves of anxiety over the wait roll in and fade as the days go by. I've got a heap of plans I want to execute for parties and gifts and family pictures, but fear speaks loudly in the background. I replace it with hope and write a few more things down. If you have some suggestions on a special gift from us to our girl, I'm all ears.
Track season and student driving is taking over the dull parts of the afternoon. This kid and his tall form do me in nearly every day. He weighed three pounds once you know. And then I blinked, and here we are.
I'm not as big on fancy organized kitchens as I am on Sunday afternoon rest. Sunday is the one day we're all home to rest after worship. It is my favorite. I'll clean up the kitchen when my nest is empty. Amen.
We're noticing some self-adjustments here and there in the vision department. We had a hard conversation before school this morning that made me weepy before my orange juice had been consumed. This eye disease is stretching us.
We've an important meeting to attend tomorrow. Nothing that will change the world. It's a touch-everyone-in-the-room before we see the judge sort of thing. I've sandwiched it between the treats of lunch with new friends and dinner with old friends and added a side of Build-A-Bear to the daily plate. It will be a long day and no one wants to be grumpy, so we may has well sprinkle in some fun. Hopefully, my girl will be a trooper and mind her manners all the live-long day. We've never had an entire day like that, but one can always hope. If you're in the praying business and want to give that an extra covering, well, I'd be obliged. You can never have too many prayers.
Have a happy day, my friends!
God is good, all the time!