whelmed…
Christmas was good. In a sad way.
I don’t think it will ever feel really right.
We are battling stupid colds. An anniversary couldn’t get more romantical than falling asleep at 7pm with some Nyquil.
We need to get better. This dude has a pre-op appointment next week :(
Want the quickest Christmas Day recap ever?
This kid… got up Christmas morning and didn’t even want to open presents. He was all-consumed by his Christmas Eve Legos.
Goodbye Thomas and “I want my Percccccyyyyy”. Welcome punctured soles and grinding vacuum cleaners.
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You’re probably welcoming the absent crush of holiday pictures. 100,000 Freak Out points to me…
I BROKE MY LENS.
As in, I BROKE MY 50mm 1.4 LENS.
(Commence sobbing).
In true it could only happen to me fashion… the camera bag strap got tangled with my purse strap. And as my purse swung around, the bag hit the floor with a thump to wake the deaf.
I managed to completely kill the autofocus motor… the rattle inside the lens confirms it. Manual focus is off and refusing any tack sharp shots.
Now is probably not the time to try to talk Mr. Daddy into an upgraded camera, eh?
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Many, many heartfelt prayers this season.
My friend who got married this year is facing the final decisions of her diagnosis.
We prayed she would survive to use the tickets to her first Nutcracker ever. And she did. Barely.
Literally as she was fading from a burst tumor, another one grew over it and stopped the bleeding. Talk about God working in mysterious ways.
You couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she sat there watching the same production that I’d danced in for years. It was 26th season I’d either performed or watched it… I knew every scene.
But it was brand new to her.
As we giggled like juveniles over the men in tights, the curtain parted for the second act. Fog swirled over the stage as little girls in white dresses floated on their tippy toes.
She was silent, misty eyed.
Without taking her eyes off the stage, she quietly said,
“I wonder if it will be like this when I go home”.
I had no words.
She will leave two boys and a new husband. A family devoted to her. I can only imagine how they are squeezing the most out of each day.
Hospice has been called.
And as much as I’ve asked for your prayers recently, I ask for them again. She is ready, but the heartbreak is never easy.
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And in choosing to be intentional about our time and the blessings given to us… I hated the thought of letting your efforts for the Morning Star Family Home be for nothing.
We were up to nearly 300 votes by the time it closed… THANK YOU.
darn me for unfriending all those strangers on Facebook
A certain someone is a bit of a softie for those babies and the work Bill & Lynsay are doing… he volunteered to donate $1 for each vote.
Thank you, for walking through 2011 with us. Through some sad lows and some beautiful climbs.
We cherish you and wish you the most amazing 2012.
Mr. Daddy, Rachel, and Itty Bit