A Year to Celebrate, Cookies, and “Speciael Poeple”

It’s girl scout cookie time.  All of the pre-ordered cookies are here, so if you ordered cookies from Livvie, please let me know a good time to deliver them.  However, if you did not pre-order, I can still take orders, and they will be filled pretty quickly.  Just let me know.  Livvie and I have spent a good part of the past two days sorting cookies.  We took preorders of 316 boxes of cookies.  It’s a TON of cookies, and they are spread out all over my apartment at the moment.

On another note, Jonathan and I have been together for one year as of yesterday.  It’s been a great year, and I hope for many more.  In celebration of our year together, Jonathan took me to Ruth’s Chris Steak House.  Then we went to see Confessions of a Shopaholic at the Rave.  The food at Ruth’s Chris was spectacular.  It was my first experience at the restaurant, and I was pleased.  The movie was also pleasing.  I was very entertained.  The movie addressed the meeting of the superficial with what really matters in a heart-warming, funny, and mostly light-hearted fashion.

On the medical front, I have a doctor’s appointment on Wednesday with a doctor of alternative medicine.  I was referred to him by my neurologist.  Hopefully, he’ll have some good ideas.  Then, on Thursday, I have an appointment with a hand doctor who will evaluate whether or not to try and correct the carpal tunnel syndrome in my hands/wrists.    If he decides to do that, I think it will be the first step towards me being able to be productive in a work environment.  As it stands now, just typing this blog post makes my hands go numb and my wrists ache.  Please keep praying for me.

Now, just typing the prior sentence leaves me with sense of guilt, and here’s why.  Tonight, Livvie accompanied me to some Premier training in Decatur.  For the most part, she was very quiet and well-behaved.  At one point, my mind drifted and I found myself thinking about everything but the training at hand.  I was thinking about my upcoming doctor’s appointments, my career, what will I do if it were to change, me, myself, and I.  Then, I noticed that Livvie’s mind had drifted too.  She had pulled out a notepad and some brightly colored markers that she had packed in her purse.  She had labeled the top of the paper “Speciael Poeple” and numbered it all the way down.  Then, she just started listing people.  Papa, Mommy, Mimi, Sarah, Grant. . . on and on.  (Yes, Papa was before Mommy.) When my mind drifted, I thought all about me.  When her mind drifted, she thought all about the “speciael poeple” in her life.  I learned a lot from my daughter tonight.  In fact, she is constantly teaching me the things that I should be teaching her.  She is such blessing.  God ALWAYS knows what He is doing.  There are no “accidents.”