Feeling a bit selfish this Saturday morning.

I have my entire day planned out. It involves a lot of cleaning. And organizing. And some laundry.

So far it is 9:30 am and I am still sitting in Mame’s chair, sipping coffee, listening to My Man pace around the house doing who-knows-what, re-reading my journal notes from this morning’s quiet time.

And waiting.

The Wild Boy should be home from football practice any minute. It’s Day 6 of 5:50 am practices that go until 9:00ish and we already know that he is coming home to be taken to the emergency room for some x-rays. And so it begins.

I am opting out of riding along to the ER this morning. Emergency room visits are not easy for anyone. I get that. This morning I’m feeling selfish…and just don’t think I can handle the smells…colors…lights…words…of the emergency room. Just sitting in the comfort and safety of my Mame’s red chair has me reliving bits and pieces of that night…and I’m struggling with not going into full-blown panic, grief mode. I don’t think I’d be much help to My Man or our Wild Boy at the ER today.

Continuing with selishness this morning, I’m focusing on my thankfuls…

a reddish blonde, curly-headed munchkin who blessed me with the name Doo-Doo…you are so loved and so missed…

quiet time that can be anywhere…anytime…

purple pens and college rule notebooks…

a “job” where I get to work with people I love and with people who love me…my church family…

hearing Your Voice…through Your written Word…

Thursday morning Chick-Fil-A “bible study” with The Girls…

squeaky hardwood floors that make fifty year old houses…home…

soft, colorful yarn…turning into warm blankets using talents inherited and encouraged from my mom…

reading the underlines, notes and thoughts of a sweet friend…in the bible I gave her so many years ago…miss you, darlin’…

Love you guys.

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