Bummer

Tomorrow is my birthday and I just recieved a call from my husband, who is in Mississippi volunteering at a shelter, who told me that he won't be making it in tomorrow morning for my birthday after all. I am so bummed. I started thinking all of this really awful stuff until I realized that, hello, he is there serving people who have NOTHING left. They are living in a shelter with a few hundred others who have nothing. He said that he expected a lot of people from Texas to arrive tomorrow. I am sure that the volunteers have their hands full and I am so glad he is there to help them out. Now I am feeling pretty crappy for being so upset over this. So what if we don't get to spend the day together tomorrow. Many people are separated from loved ones and don't have any hope of being reunited any time soon. Some people lost loved ones. Who am I to complain about not going shopping with my husband or going to lunch or out to dinner? When are these people going to do these things again? God is good. He snapped me out of my pity party quicker than I wanted Him to, but I am so grateful.
So tonight I will be thinking about my husband in grubby week-old clothes, sleeping in a shelter with many many refugees, eating mass produced food, and experiencing something so big that I know he won't come home the same man at all. I can't think of a better birthday present.

The Kid

Dang. Kids grow so fast. I know everyone says it but I am finding out how true it is. Tonight The Kid was playing with a neighbor and acting like such a kid and not just a baby. He was jumping and laughing and interacting and having so much fun. I love watching him play and explore and discover things that we adults take for granted as things you just know. Like last night when he blew out a candle and watched the smoke whirl in the air. He was so excited. Or the day last week when he sat in the backyard with his dad and discovered the way a roly poly bug curls into a ball. A bug that rolls into a ball? Is there anything cooler? I have learned so much from the Kid in the 2+ years he's been in my life and I've loved every single minute of it. He's taught me to move at a slower pace which is worth every painful hourI was in labor with him. Almost every hour.

Sad times

It's so sad that so much is going on right now and all people want to talk (or complain) about is the politics of it all. I am never impressed by someone who is well-versed in their own brand of bias (that's all either side is anyway) sputters and spouts off about argh, blah, bleepin Bush, blah, blah, blah the right side is to blame and the left side are a bunch of liberal idiots yadda yadda yadda. It almost never sounds intelligent. All it proves is that (a) you know how to read, and (b) you know how to find information to support your side and dispute the other. Good for you.
I love coming across someone who knows both sides and truly feels torn because they can't bring themselves to choose. They are a wreck at election time and can sputter and spout off as much about the "moronic" right as they can about the "idiotic" left and all those in between. I resign myself to being a political reject. I'm fine with that. There's enough to worry about-victims and refugees and formula and diaper-less babies and unmedicated schizophrenics and total anarchy.