Winter's not that bleak here in Houston - after all we do have roses blooming in the front yard. But it feels like the dead of winter to me personally. The past few days have been less than stellar shall we say. There were a few bright spots though.
Saturday Joel invited me to come upstairs and watch a movie with him. One that, as he said, "has no guns, no Indians, no cowboys, no fist fights." Can you imagine! He bought a girly movie for me. The boys vacated the premises when they found out it was a romance, and we watched our movie in peace.
Sunday a friend told me that she and her two year old son took a walk last week. Neighbors had put up Valentine's decorations in their yard and he was a little confused - thinking it was Christmas and Santa was coming again. Valentine's Day was explained as a special day to give a gift to someone you love. She asked him who he loved that he would like to give a gift to. Secretly she was hoping he would say her, but in all reality thought he would say the name of his best three-year-old buddy. He thought a minute, looked up at her, and said, "Miss Heather." That's what the kids in the nursery call me.
Monday morning, after I had been up most of the night with our sick dog, Joel blessed me with doing the groceries and saying we could wait to paint until tomorrow. And an insightful Meg, who only saw me for "two seconds" on Sunday but knew I was crying out for Calgon, sent me an email to say she was praying for me.
I'm clinging to those bright spots, and also the empty afternoon therapy that sewing brings.
