This morning was my repeat blood glucose test. I was suppose to have one sooner than now but somewhere along the line it fell through the cracks. It was less than thrilling to say the least, but necessary so, eh, it happened. I don't do well with needles and had to go it alone so that someone could stay with the babe, so there were watery eyes and lots of deep breathing. My only hope is that this doesn't come back into my life.
Lately it seems like every time I turn around I am slapped in the face with something to be thankful for. Like when I had to ask a friend to watch Addiston last minute and, even though she is not a morning person, she acted like it was no big deal. Or that yesterday we had a group of friends over for no apparent reason and our home was bursting with love, laughter, and slight hint competitiveness, which in my opinion is the perfect combination. I can't even begin to describe how grateful I am that that Addy is almost six months old, and perfectly healthy. We have been blessed and with the reminders flashing in my eyes like vegas lights I feel like I need to pay it forward in some way, and I think I may have an opportunity to do so coming up. The associate pastor at our church has asked me to speak at a rally in early february and while I'm excited and hopeful that my story can reach others I am shakin' in my boots about it, and I am in no way scared of public speaking, so I'm taking it as a sign that something in me realizes that this is big and I need to be prepared.
It's the in between times that get ya, the ones that really have no glitz or glamor, the normal days that so many of us forget to realize are a miracle in and of themselves. This weekend was wonderful, the perfect balance of running about and relaxation. Having people over to try new food, deepen our friendships and then an in-prompt-to afternoon of video games, deep conversation, and appples to apples topped off with frozen pizza.
Saturday morning Jared bought an antique grandfather clock at an estate sale, and I'm pretty excited. It looks great in our table-less dinning room. :) We're still filling this house, but we did cross another room off the the to-do list that virtually came along with the house. The Foyer. It's big and open and has some killer angles!
One of our cats made sure the ladder was safe for us! 15 feet up, no fear!
For some reason the only before picture I have is awful, I'm not sure I even meant to take this picture, but you get an idea of the bland wall color, and 80's drapery!
but now It's much better!
well, except for that stellar brass fixture, which we realize needs to be replaced, no worries.
This afternoon I spent a little time in the kitchen accompanied by my little sous chef whose favorite kitchen utensil is obviously my spatula.