Sunday, March 23, 2008


Do you believe in miracles? I do. We had two this week. They might seem simple or coincidental to others, but to us, they were much more. First, with our savings-draining empty house that's still for sale in Ohio, Jeff has been trying to arrange extra work for the summer. He found something that would work, but just barely. Then out of the blue, he gets an e-mail asking if he'd like to earn some extra money this summer. Would he like it??? YES! So still smiling from that blessing, I get an e-mail from a rental agent about a house that I might like to rent for next year that hasn't been advertised yet. On Friday, I take a look and despite it being the ugliest house I've ever seen, it's perfect. It's 1000 sq ft. larger than what we're currently renting, set on six acres, and much, much, less expensive than our current rent. So despite the brown shag, teal, blue, pink, gray, red plaid and green striped carpet (Yes, all of them. In vivid color.), it is perfect. Did I mention the lovely wallpaper? Needless to say, it's hideous too. But I can handle ugly for a year, at least we won't be tripping over each other all the time. And then when we finally move into the house we're planning to build, we will appreciate it even more. Besides, everyone has to live somewhere awful to tell stories about, right?

Speaking of stories, I handed mine to my agent friend. She called me five hours later and asked to see me, but wouldn't tell me what she thinks of it until I visit with her. I can't figure out if that's good or bad. But I'll find out tomorrow.

I'm posting a funny picture of Jared. He's poked the top of his ear into his ear canal since he was six months old. I wish I knew why. Love of pig ears? Tuning out strategy? Martian child? Who knows, but it is cute. I'm suddenly realizing that he's growing up and the treasured moments of his babyhood are numbered. He's my little cuddlebug, but at 30 pounds and almost 2 years of age, he's not so little anymore. I had a wispy sense of nostalgia today when I saw a tiny newborn at church. I've never been one to gush over babies. Strange for a mother of six, I suppose, but I think knowing I'd have several of my own prevented the gooeyness from surfacing all these years. Now that my babies are growing up, the goo is seeping out. Thank goodness there are lots of babies around to hold for a while and then give back. It satisfies the nostalgia, but I still get an uninterrupted night's sleep.

Anyhow, I hope you all had a lovely Easter. It was 39 degrees here and rainy, but still inspirational. At least it didn't snow! The music program at church was wonderful and I really wished I could sing like the angels that did. Ah well, maybe in the next life?


Loni said...

So glad you started blogging. It is such a good way to keep up to date with everyone. Glad that things are going well. Hopefully your book will get published - what is it about?
If you click on my name, it will direct you to my blog.
Take care!