Go Find Him

First of all, let me just tell you that miracles happen everyday, and some of them don’t take a year.

Oh. My. Good. Heavens! What a fantastic weekend! I seriously don’t have another word to describe it. It has been a long, long, long time since I have felt this good and have had this much fun. So a big thank you to all of those who helped arrange the good times.

Now, yes the weekend was still had it’s downs, my cough is still as persistent as ever, and I am suffering from major hearing loss today from the head cold I tried to ward off. With a culmination of the fact that moving might be in cards for all of us, as my house of three has now become my house of two. (So if any of know of a cheap two-bedroom place opening up in the next month or so, please let me know.) But by the time Sunday rolled around, all of this seemed to all be put into its proper perspective.

Let’s start at the very beginning (a very good place to start) (Yes, I have used the joke before, but it is still funny.) Friday night we tarted ourselves up and head to O-sho for an international feast. I ordered the Chicken Katsu just as Jenny had instructed me to, and wasn’t disappointed. We all demonstrated our chopstick eating techniques and enjoyed new company and new stories.

We followed up with a funny, yet poor, display of bowling. Somehow we all got a strike (whether computer error or not) and tried to find a way to actually throw the balls that were big enough for our fingers. I think I was just more excited for the fact that I didn’t have to come up with a lame nickname to have on our scorecard.

With an earlier bedtime on Friday night, I will still able to get a good 10 hours of sleep in and wake up before noon. We took our time getting ready for the day and headed out on our monthly BTF Costco shopping spree. Fun family time in Raymond, of all places, rounded out the afternoon.

Sunday made me again realize the love I have for the Victoria Park Ward as we celebrated a relatively clean up free Break the Fast and I remembered all of the good friends I have there. Jenny’s Sunday night picnic ended up a blast with more than delicious potato salad, new friends and a bocce ball tournament that lasted well into the dark. We rounded out last night by cheering, clapping and laughing well into the early hours of the morning. A more than perfect end to a wonderfully funny weekend.

So along with all of the weekend high jinx and all of geese at Henderson, spring really has begun. I am excited for all of the new beginnings that have also seemed to come around and maybe it is good that we won’t have to relive last year. I no longer need last year’s cd or even the lonely playlist I made last week. With the encouragement I received last night and maybe some extra tarting, I might just be able to create my own new beginning tonight. Keep your fingers crossed.

Thankful for all that I have.

Keep doing what you are doing.

As Always,