Practicing the discipline of giving thanks in all circumstances here, as Greg went to court this morning to be heard by the new judge and to see if they’d appoint us an attorney or a CASA for Midge. No attorney or CASA appointed, and although he did get to say what he wanted to say, they also told him the November 15th court date will most likely be delayed again because of backlogging, so not to expect too much then. We’ve talked about hiring an attorney on our own to try to watch out for Midge, but aren’t sure that he could do much about the docket being full every month. We don’t know.
But I smile right now, a genuine smile. What a gift from God to be able to smile when life is at its worst points. I smile because of the gifts He is dropping all around us for me to notice. Like just after hearing the update on the morning from Greg, I look over and see the man in the next lane over from me fiddling with something in his lap. It is a top hat. Made of velvet. And I don’t know why, but it strikes me as funny, this middle aged hispanic man driving down the street fingering his velvet top hat. I truly smiled. And those trees that line the road with their purple leaves. And the view of our foothills which tower over the canyon near our house, as we crest the hill on the drive home every day. I love that view. And the way that Tyler has such a perfect little accent when he speaks Spanish. And pictures in the mail, and chapstick.
38. L: the man with his velvet top hat who made me smile
39. L: the purple trees lining the street
40. L: the view of the orange trees and the gray road and the blue sky and the purple-brown mountains every time I crest the hill towards home
41. L: Tyler’s Spanish accent
42. L: Pictures in the mail
43. L: Chapstick
44. L: A tutorial for making my own cute watch bands
45. L: A healthy marriage
46. L: Two wonderful friends for me at Tyler’s school
47. L: Adaptable spreadsheets showing my weekly schedule
48. L: The boys’ sudden fear of ants that makes me laugh. (It’s been happening for a few days…ants here and there in the house. From the top of the stairs last night, Jake says, “Mommy! There was an ant in our bed!” I tell him to just kill it. “Mom, there has GOT to be an ant hive in our walls. I saw an ant downstairs by the sink, and then there were two more in the bathtub. Now one was in our bed.” I tell him that the ants won’t be in his room much because they’re looking for water. He pauses and thinks, then says, “Oh. I know why…my hair is wet.”)
49. L: The way the boys stop to plunk out a melody every time they pass the piano