Every day the wonderful happens…

and I'm here to blog about it.

That Amazing Thing September 18, 2013

Filed under: faith,goals — Elizabeth @ 11:57 AM

You know that thing where someone calls you out of the blue?  A stranger?  And a conversation leads to a meeting, which leads to a job?  A job where you get to set your own hours, where you are given lots of freedom.  A job doing exactly what you love.

And then you get hired, officially hired on a Friday afternoon.  And you’re not sure of all the details, but you’re excited…..and then on the following Wednesday morning the fruits of your labor are ready.  And available for sale to the general public.

And you’re like, is this really my life?

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And you know that every bit of it was God?  Because you could never have done this on your own.  You wouldn’t even have dared to dream it.

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Yeah, that’s pretty much where I am right now.  Shocked.  Grateful.  Proud.  Humbled.  Excited.  Nervous.

THANKFUL.

 

The Things He Says September 11, 2013

Filed under: everyday life,Isaac — Elizabeth @ 1:23 PM

Today I was having lunch at school with Isaac (after returning from chaperoning a field trip for Matthew’s class).  As Isaac packed up his lunchbox, he stuck his fork inside and said, “now THAT’S how a mathematician does it”.

Isaac:  Matthew, do you know what sticky notes are for?

Matthew:  no

Isaac:  they are for if someone is sleeping, but you need to go somewhere.  So you write a note that says I’ll be right back and you stick it on their face.

Last night we went to a church near our house for a transracial adoption support group.  Isaac asked if we had ever been to the church.  Jason and I told him that this is where we go to vote.  Oh, did you vote for George Washington?

Matthew (to me):  You the best mommy in the world.

Me (feigning humility):  Oh I doubt I’m the best in the world…..

Isaac:  True.  She is probably the best mommy in {insert our community}.  Or at least the best mommy on {insert our street name}.

He asked me to buy him skinny jeans.  Orange ones.  And a belt.  I obliged, but then when it was time to get dressed for school, he told me that he couldn’t wear his skinny jeans to school, because when he sits criss cross applesauce, it pulls his underwear down.

Isaac:  Mom, I can’t wait until Christmas, so I can kiss you under the rosemary.