Category Archives: giving

Let’s Jet

Beauty in the day: I mean, it’s Christmas, right? The day has been spent with laughter and gifts and amazing food. The kids are happy and full of joy.
We were enjoying another round of giving and loving and sharing, when three-year-old Everett came into the room, his arms laden with die-cast jets, gifts he had received earlier in the day. He walked around the room, handing each occupant one of his precious jets, saying “This is for you!” as he handed them his treasure.
Best. Gift. Ever.

For the Love of Cupcakes

Beauty in the day: she came breathlessly in to the office (she talks a lot, hence the lack of sufficient breath), needing my attention RIGHT AWAY.
“Ms. Nordstrom, can you please do me a really, really, super important very big favor? I mean, if you want to, or if you have the time, but it wouldn’t really take much of your time or anything, and I could ask someone else if you think it would be better. I could take it to class instead of you want,” (at this she brought forth a cupcake wrapped skillfully in cellophane), “but I think that might be a problem, and if you could keep it here for the band teacher, then I could come and get it from you this afternoon.”
I looked at her encouragingly, and was about to assure her that it would be no hardship at all, when she took a sudden sharp breath and looked up at me. “Well, unless you are worried that you might eat it?!?!!???”

A Delicate Matter


Beauty in the day: Quite some time ago, my youngest called me from her temporary home in Iowa to mention that one piece of my delicates had inadvertently gotten packed with her things. We had a good laugh about that. I am traveling there tomorrow to see that youngest baby and her husband. She called to check in a few items, and we chatted. “So, are you all packed yet?”
“No! I need to get cracking!”
“Well,” she advised, “you’re only coming coming for a few days, and I already have a pair of your panties here.”

She has always had that odd sense of humor. I would say she got it from her father, but I get a crick in my neck when I watch for lightening bolts.
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