Little children wear me out. Samara and Olivia are spending the night with me tonight, and I feel like I’ve done manual labor all night. I have a feeling I know why God gives us children when we’re young! I’m not sure I could do this every day! Although...I’d probably lose weight.
Today, some of my high school classmates met for an informal get-together. I didn’t go…but I’ve been looking at some of the pictures they are posting on Facebook. I plan to go next year to the official reunion, and I let them all know that showing up today didn’t excuse them from the next one.
The last reunion we had planned…nearly nine years ago…was the same time Devon was at St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital in Memphis. More exact, the day of the reunion was the day we got home, having finally found out that he didn’t have cancer after all. It was a very emotionally and physically draining experience. I had, up until Devon’s ordeal, planned to go to the reunion.
If ever you are looking for a worthy cause for donations, St. Jude should be at the top of your list. There is no way I can describe to the wonderful care two very poor kids and one sick baby received while they were there. They were treated no differently just because they didn’t have any money. I know this because they couldn’t have been treated any nicer.
Because of many (sweet) interruptions, it’s taken me over two hours just to type these few words…it’s now way-yonder past my bedtime!