My Slice of Heaven

Do you ever have one of those "moments" where you look around and think, "How in the world did I get so lucky?" (or blessed). I was reading through my e-mails, your blogs, little comments, and I had just that thought...how did I get to have so many incredible, inspiring, funny, good people in my life?! Honestly. Not to get too mushy-gushy on you, but it made me truly grateful. I imagine Heaven to be a place where you are surrounded by all the people you love and care about. A happy thought. But, in the meantime, I'll just take a slice of Heaven...

And, speaking of heaven...Adam's parents and nephew, Tanner, came in town for the weekend. We had such a blast flying kites, going to the park, telling stories, eating (here I am again, talking about food), and laughing. They are always so wonderful...helping me get a handle on my laundry situation and to complete projects around the house. They are also so encouraging of Adam and I going on a date while they are here to babysit...we are very grateful recipients. We just love these people.

It's these happy times that break up the sick episodes going on around here. I have had enough airborne, albuterol, xopenex, lemon & honey, fluids, silver bowls by the beds, fluids, mucinex, anti-bacterial soap, ricola, fluids, oranges...yada yada to last me a lifetime. Let's hope this sunny weather we're having keeps the gunk away. I'm majorly crossing my fingers...

So, since Adam stayed home sick from work last week for a day (after my pleadings), he ended up helping Kate with her homework at the kitchen table. I was listening to their dialogue: "Wow Kate! You are just like Vincent Van Gogh! Your artwork is so...abstract." Adam continues, "But, if you ever get the urge to cut off your ear and send it to your boyfriend...DON'T!" Kate looks up at him with a blank stare, "Okay, Dad."

On Sunday, they were giving out full-sized Hershey bars as part of the Primary lesson at church. The teacher looked at Joseph and said, "Joseph, what is your favorite candy bar?" He replied, "A brown one." I smiled and thought, "Yea, me too buddy." We were playing with the firemen hats today (and there I am in all my unshowered glory); however, Joseph insisted that they were "cowboy hats." Well...I am from Texas. It works.

Lastly, Happy St. Patrick's Day! We gave a toast tonight at dinnertime with our green milk, "To St. Patrick...whoever that is!"

Love you each one. Thinking of you all...and heaven.

(Hi Karen! Love you and your pink hair!)