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.
Beauty in the day: 45-minute traffic from South Kirkland to North Kirkland. I didn’t hear a single horn.
I did almost get cut off, but the driver was quite elderly, so it didn’t count. ☺️
Beauty in the day: she came in near the end of the day, Miss I-Have-Been-Here-All-Day-And-Am-Just-Now-Coming-Down-With-“Something”. I took her temperature. Nope. We did the usual – lay down for a bit – try going to the bathroom – have a drink of water.
“Well school is out in 25 minutes, so perhaps you should just go back to class and get ready.”
She thought not. “I really think I should just stay here in the clinic until school is out.”
Fine. Boring, but okay.
She came out of the clinic. “How many more minutes until school is out?”
“20 more minutes.” She went back in.
She tiptoed out again. “How many more minutes now?”
“17.” She retreated.
But then emerged again. “How many more minutes?”
“8 more.” She sighed. And returned.
Now she came out with a determined look. “How many more minutes?”
I looked. “4,” I told her. She maintained a serious, level gaze. And went back again. I didn’t see her after the bell rang – except for the pink blur.
Beauty in the day: God usually shows up in my car. On the way to work. He reminds me of stuff – blessings, mostly. A lot of the time, those blessings are attached to some hard trials. There’s gold to be had, folks. If I cry on the way to work, that’s usually because I found the gold.
Beauty in the day: My BFF relayed this story about her 3-year-old niece:
Samara: Mommy, are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Mommy: I don’t know. What are you thinking about?
Samara: I’m not thinking about anything.
*at this point, Mommy confirms that they are, indeed, thinking of the same thing.
Beauty in the day: my daughter looked up from what she was doing to find this one doing…well, this. She asked her smilingly, “What are you doing, Jaffrey?” Jaffrey may have been waiting for this question, based on this reply:
“I’m just touching my shoulder. Can you take a picture?”
She may need a longer nap.