and I already missed a day. But in my defense, it's due to a sleeping issue I'm having. I seem to wake up at 2AM or 3AM in the morning and can't go back to sleep. So as you can imagine working all day, then coming home to the trio, by the time dinner and bathtime are finished I'm on the verge of collapse. There have been nights during devotionals when I was adding words to God's Word so I decided to start with devotionals and follow it up with storytime.
Last night, I was so sleepy devotionals became every person getting to sing their favorite song. I was semi-conscious for that. I do remember having to reprimand the baby, who became very irritated when her brother and sister joined her in singing Wade in the Water. After that things got sort of hazy, I'm pretty sure Jory sang Awesome God, while Rowan sang her favoriteThis is the Day. Prayers were said? Yes, I'm fairly confident they were. All I know is I said they could watch a few episodes of Scooby, then go to bed. This way I knew everyone would stay in the room, Oma could get some peace and quiet, and I could nap. I love TV shows on DVD. BRILLIANT!!! I did wake up at some point to send everyone to bed, though somehow Rowan didn't make it to her own bed and the baby thought her bed was on top of me.
So at 3AM this morning I was up with a headache and I remembered I didn't post last night, so here I am doing it.
It was suggested I maybe start taking something to help me sleep, but I think I'm afraid to though I'm not sure why. I know you can take sleep aids that aren't habit forming. Hmm, maybe because I'm not that fond of taking pills. There is a thought that crosses my mind that I could choke on a pill. No one wants to be the person who died trying to swallow an Advil or a sleeping pill. That would just suck and no one wants to be mocked in death. I know some of my friends, not to name names Whit, Mel, Vicki, Steph, would laugh hysterically if that was how my end came. Or maybe I worry that if I start taking them so close to Black Friday weekend, Whitney's call at 3:15AM would wake me up. Then she would reprimand me for not being ready to go and threaten to leave me if I wasn't outside in the next three minutes. I can't allow that to happen. *Note to self, get the kids' clothes out for Black Friday at Happy's before leaving for Mort's house for Turkey dinner.* Ah, the things we do to get ready for Jesus' birthday.
Okay, there's my explanation for my early morning blog. Maybe I should blog in the morning instead of at night. I don't know why I started writing at night, when I'm a morning person.
Now on to what I was going to post last night. On Monday while watching the greatest show on earth, OTH aka for you laymen One Tree Hill, there was an interesting scene between Nathan, former NBA star turned sports agent, and his first client a quaterback pondering whether to sign with the Atlanta Falcons (I wonder how much the Falcons paid for all the promo they got in this episode?).
Nathan asked his client, when you were a kid what did want to be when you grew up.
His client responded, some kids favorite time of the year was Christmas or summer, but his was the fall because the fall meant football season and he'd been putting on a football jersey every fall since I was seven and this was the first fall he hadn't. Plain and simple, his dream as a kid was to play in the NFL.
Nathan turned to the younger gentleman and asked, was getting the top signing bonus or pay increases based on performance or being the highest paid rookie quarterback in the league part of the dream?
The quarterback shook his head and said, no, he just wanted to play football. And so he signed his contract and became a Falcon. At the very end of the episode, we're taken inside wherever the Falcons play football and over the PA system we hear the rookie's name called and he runs out onto the field. He pauses for a moment and looks around at the roaring crowd, the cheerleaders, and takes it all in. When I saw him, I thought wow what must that feel like? Your dream coming true? And I realized I knew what that felt like four times over.
My dream came true the first time when I took Jory out of his green and blue padded carseat and held him for the first time. When I drove down Slauson for forever and a day to get to the DCF office and held Sasha for the first time. When I was in the Southbay one warm September afternoon and Rowan was lovingly placed in my arms by her beaming foster mom. And once again as Nancy, Barbara, Michael, and I walked into the orphanage in Da Nang. I did know what that young man was feeling when he stepped onto that turf. A feeling of I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe this is REALLY happening. Incredible joy. But mostly the sense of unbelief that the dream you had for so long had finally and amazingly come true.
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