So, I’m at Target tonight, flipping through clothes on the clearance rack, looking for a couple skirts for Livi when I see a cute pink football jersey in her size. And one in Ava’s. I do a double take. I normally wouldn’t do the pink jersey thing, but this one catches my eye. It is quite out of the ordinary. The tag says 19.99, but there’s an orange tag too that says “As Is $4.96.” I can find nothing wrong with it. I grab the two jerseys and take them to a nearby sales associate.
“Is there something wrong with these jerseys?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she says. “They were shipped to the wrong region of the country. They say ‘Virginia Tech.'”
“Yeah,” I say (I can read), “so does my t-shirt.”
She looks down and laughs. I grin at the thought of God sending me VT jerseys for my girls at 75% off here in Buckeye Country.
In other news, Ava found out today that her fish died (2 weeks ago, lol). I’m feeding Nina cereal this morning when Livi says, “Oh! We need to go down to the basement and feed Bubbles. We haven’t fed him in a long time. (No kidding.) I take a deep breath and explain that Bubbles died. He was sick and I flushed him down the toilet. Livi looks pensive. Ava cries. “Oh,” Livi says, “so that’s why when you weren’t here last night and I told Daddy we needed to feed Bubbles, he said to wait until you got home.” (Way to go, Daddy.)
Ava’s tears didn’t last long, thankfully. Livi suggested that I print out Nemo coloring pictures off the internet for them to color in Bubbles’ honor. “To me-rind us of him,” Ava added. (remind = me-rind, remote = marote, remember = me-nember) “At least he’s up in heaven with Grandma Marilyn,” she said. “She’s probably holdin’ him.” 🙂
I just love listening to my girls pray. I have to chuckle when they repeat things that Gabe and I say in our prayers. When Ava prays, I typically spend the entire prayer choking back laughter. Imagine the most serious tone a 4-year-old can muster and a long, drawn-out prayer with countless repetitive phrases. Today at lunch, it was short and sweet. “God, thanks that we have a lovely, lovely afternoon. And thanks that Livi gets to go to school. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”
Gabe took Livi to her soccer game tonight while I took Ava to her first night of Cubbies at our new church. She was in heaven. We have “School Talk” with Livi after school each day on the floor, and Ava says, “I know! We can have Cubbies Talk!” So we did. Our church has so many kids wanting to be in Cubbies and Sparks that they’ll have to turn some of them away if they don’t get more volunteers. Shoot. And it was so much fun to go shopping with Nina while someone else took care of my child. Needless to say, I signed up to volunteer. I couldn’t live with myself knowing a child might miss hearing the gospel because I want to go to the mall.
I got an e-mail tonight with an interesting subject line–“No, But We Do Think About It A Lot.” It was from my editor for my new book. We’ll meet over the phone tomorrow afternoon. He had lots of good things to say about the book, so that’s encouraging. I freak out about it every now and again.
This is waaaaay too long. Good night!