And my secret wish for an iPhone after I texted the letters clean off of my ancient flip phone?
And how appalled I was that Verizon wanted me to sell a kidney to pay the monthly fee? (Yeah, 700 minutes of talk time for a DEAF customer…)
Well, sometimes you just get backed into a corner when life throws up on you…
In the week that my Mother-in-Love was diagnosed, I walked around in a fog. A weepy, snot-nosed one, but a fog nonetheless.
(Grandmas fighting over Itty Bit)
I promise to share with you someday, why she is so special to me and why I feel so lost.
And “lost” would be a good word.
For in a period of 24 hours, I lost:
my car keys
and my ever loving mind.
I literally walked into a grocery store with a list of three items and walked out with two.
I shaved one leg twice and who knows if I shaved the other one (sorry Mr. Daddy).
And I probably stopped midsentence 100 times, unable to talk about something as ordinary as oatmeal.
But the kicker with the phone? Seems someone found it.
With their tires.
So my sad little basic phone was now a sad little non-functioning basic phone.
Cost to replace sad phone? $189
Cost of a new iPhone? $199
Except… I can’t seem to get the darn thing away from the 4-year old.
Who is absolutely convinced that Momma bought him a handheld video game…
And us? We’re hanging in there. Trying to figure out “normal” things like Easter dinners, and dentist appointments – all through the haze of desperate prayer and spending each spare minute with our loved ones.
And the result of a week of bussing between hospital visits and t-ball practices… was a much needed and rare moment of a slumbering child who had gone non-stop from 6am until his 10pm dinner of a peanut butter sandwich. Within seconds of that last bite…
I’m grateful for those memories. Especially on Good Friday. Knowing that the bad stuff is temporary, and Heaven is forever. And thanking God for the beautiful moments in between.