Soooooo, I got one child of mine married off......
He's a grown up and he's married and he's gone - I didn't pay for the wedding photos, so I can't post them here, but they were a beautiful couple and it was a stunning ceremony and I (mostly) behaved myself and it's all over now, right?
One down, five to go, I keep telling myself. I did tell the rest of them that should they decide to elope, it was ok with me. Big weddings are fun and super cool and exciting, but they are definitely stress filled and by the end of the day of - I was popping rolaids like certs and ready to jump off the nearest bridge.
So. The next biggest hurdle?
My other boy and I are going to JAPAN.
This son is in performing arts school and is making a name for himself on the tuba - so not a sexy instrument, although one female student who apparently has a thing for him cornered him in the elevator and told him that he made the tuba look sexy - so, go on, girl, maybe you need a new pick up line, because a pick up line should be believable - but anyway, I digress
a large group of about 60 of us are going to Japan at the end of this month. I am going in an official capacity as the photographer and also to keep an eye on my son due to his anaphylactic food allergies. We will be there for two weeks, and once we get back
it's just a day until my birthday
then it's a quick two weeks until my most FAVORITE HOLIDAY EVER, THANKSGIVING
and then BOOM, CHRISTMAS
and then it's next year, already.
What happened to this year?
I've spent a lot of time in the past year working on homeless - well, hell, how would you even say it? Awareness? Activation? Attention?
I work with two different organizations to do homeless outreach, let's say. Friday mornings, at 7 am, I am in line to serve hardboiled eggs, grits, cereal and coffee to anywhere from 50-80 homeless people in downtown Norfolk before work. It's not glamorous, but I count it as the best part of my week, hands down. I make it a goal, every week, to learn names and recognize faces and have conversations. I hug people and ask about their lives and once, when someone overdosed and we thought he was dying - I sat with him because I didn't want him to die alone. I wash the pans and clean the silverware and pick up the trash and tie people's shoes if they need it and I hate if I have to miss it.
Seriously. I love my breakfasts.
And as often as they have room for me, I jump on the homeless outreach truck on the weekend. There are two of them - one for Va Beach and one for Norfolk. We go out into the city, super loud music blaring, and offer hot showers, clothes, shoes, socks, haircuts, food, bibles, coats, blankets, jackets - and most importantly, fellowship. I love going out on the truck. I don't live in Norfolk, but I prefer the Norfolk truck, because it's the same people I see at the Friday breakfast, and they know me and I'm a familiar face to them.
It gives me a purpose.
Right now, I am all about having a purpose. And tonight, I get to learn to drive one of these vans.