Yesterday we were at Neyland Stadium, where we got to see Mizzou beat the Volunteers in spectacularly stressful fashion. It was delightful.
Today we went to church, took Pete to Toys ‘R’ Us with a gift card he’d gotten for his birthday, bought groceries and took pictures for this year’s Christmas card.
It’s only November 11, and I’m pretty sure I’m running out of words already. So there’s that.
Well, I lasted six days into NaNoWriMo this year before I threw in the towel. Someday I’ll come to terms with the fact that our Novembers are just way too busy for writing 1,667 words a day.
It seems that 40-something percent of the country is feeling somewhere between a little blue, very disappointed and ragingly angry today. I feel for those folks, for I too have been on the losing end of elections, and it is not enjoyable.
But I am not here today to talk to you about margins of victory or politicians or the electoral college. I am here today to share with you a piece of bipartisan bit of news that we can all celebrate, be we red, blue, liberal, conservative, rich or poor.
And that news is this:
Five years ago today, I met one of the most delightful people in my life. He was small and loud. He took hold of my heart from the first time I laid eyes on him. He’s still small and loud, and he still has a firm grip on my heart.
Yes indeed, today is Pete’s fifth birthday. This morning I told him “Happy birthday, baby,” and tried to give him a kiss, and he said, “I’m not a baby! No smooches today!” He’s a wonderment, that one.
Happy birthday, Pete — my sweet, wild little bundle of sunshine. Thank you for bringing so much joy and laughter into our lives.
