Wish

Today I lost my diamond ring and wedding band.  I was making an apple pie, took it off and put it in a "safe place".  Have you ever done that?  Put something in a "safe place" then can't find it?  I searched high and low (literally) for a good 15 minutes...in the trash can, under the microwave (gross!), in the flour jar, in the pantry.  I mean, it was JUST here.  Where is it?  Windowsill? Dishwasher?  Floor?

My kids are at the park....it wasn't them.

I decided to start washing dishes.  I prayed that God would keep it safe until I found it.  And THAT he did.  Well folks, almost instantly, right then, as I reached my left hand into the sink,  I saw something shiny, sparkling in the light of the dish suds.  I know you're on the edge of your seat wondering if it's going to slip down the drain....I'm embarrassed to say this next part, really.

I pulled my left hand out of the water, and there it was...brilliantly shining at me-all one and a half carats of it...like it always is.

Right where it should be.  The whole time I had actually been feeling the vacant spot on the ring finger of my right hand.

I tell you this story so you can understand just how scrambled my brain is these days.  I rarely have this problem.  I am the one who remembers everyone's names, who nudges my husband to remind him to wish someone a "Happy Birthday", who remembers to send thank you notes.  Well, not anymore.  Please tell me you've had this same problem at some point in your life...maybe when you're on overload, maybe after you've had a baby, or when you're planning a birthday party on a whim....

Today my baby girl turned three years old.  Iva June.  We celebrated with her Daddy on Sunday, but I saved a few cupcakes for her real birthday and invited exactly one friend over because June doesn't really enjoy parties.  She gets overstimulated, usually spending most of the time upside-down on her head, looking at the ceiling and stimming wildly, wishing she was up there with the angels again.

What a day!  She wore her pink frilly shorts and polka dot legwarmers to school.  She was on her absolutely best best best behavior.  Hardly any screaming or crying at all.  Miss Kat bought her the "meowsic" which was (of course) a BIG hit:

Did I tell you Miss Kat is deathly (almost comically) afraid of cats?

"Meow, meow, meow"

Another big hit from
Grandma Mary Jane was this Discovery Aquarium.
Both kids were completely mesmerized:
 

 

And I cannot forget the actual eating of the birthday dessert.  June wanted nothing to do with those mini carrot cupcakes I slaved over.  She did, however, play with the frosting and was delighted by the candles:

 This is going to be a good year for June!  I can feel it in my bones!  James and I are praying that she says one word this year.  Will you join us?