Yep. I did. A few weeks ago I went away to Jacksonville, Florida.
And then? I came back. But… just for about twenty minutes or so, on the fabulous deck overlooking the pool with my coffee and bible? I had a teensy little bad thought (I know – one is not supposed to have bad thought when the bible is around, because bible = goodness, but, well, it’s me).
Here was the thought:
HOLY CRACKAMOLE I AM NEVER LEAVING THIS BALCONY.
Ok, so let’s just kill the suspense right here. I did, in fact, leave the balcony.
I left it to put on some really strappy, high heeled shoes that are ridiculous, and then tromped down to my presentation here:
I don’t really know what I’m doing in that photograph. But, as already mentioned, I don’t always sit well on video, so whatever.
Here’s another one. I like to call this:
Contemplative Momsie. Or Scared. Not Really Sure.
This was my weekend at the Intervention Project for Nurses and it was amazing. Such an honor. Such an awesome event. Such a great balcony. The only unpleasant thing about the entire trip was those shoes.
Honestly, why do we do heels? Remind me again? I understand they make us look lean and lithe and thus, you know, ready to leap tall buildings and all that but really? I so would rather do so in flip flops.
Anyhow! I just wanted to tell you that I DID come back. And I am now firmly wedged in full-on summer with two boys that are playing baseball four nights out of the week. We have dinners that have sunflower seeds as the main dish. Sometimes, if they’re lucky, I throw a cheese stick at them as we head to the car. I add the goldfish that are colored with vegetable dyes because healthy.
Oh, and also this happened:
Life is amazing and wonderful. Even when it’s not it is still pretty special. I am so grateful. I am SO grateful!!!!!!
Post-game. Waiting for ice cream, because it helps battle the over 100 degree heat. I am even more grateful for Mr. Grimy, don’t you know.
Yes, you know. All moms know. We might have cool stuff handed to us, but really? If it came down to it, we’d take the sweaty kid with the dripping ice cream cone over all of it. Every day.