Jensen and Eli are apparently still sick, at least as of yesterday. This is a nasty bug. My deepest apologies to Heather's back seat where Jensen was sitting. To my credit, I did try to chase her down with a gift bottle of Febreze, but she drove away too fast. We owe her.
The doctor said yesterday that if we just give the baby Pedialyte and take away all dairy from Jensen for 24 hours they should be able to kick it to the curb. So I ran to the Meijer grocery store early this morning for more bananas, crackers, apple juice, and a whole bunch of other stuff that I hadn't planned on buying (because I'm a guy, so I can't help it).
Holy moly, shoppers are really nice early in the morning. The employees were pleasant and helpful. And the lady I thought was going to attack me in the parking lot just wanted to congratulate me for "coming to my store so early, I love seeing other shoppers at daybreak!" I actually left with a smile on my face, whistling back to my car, and I sang all the way home. Sorry, neighbors, for having my window down.
I believe that happiness is a choice. Sure, some people are predisposed with happy genes (as opposed to happy jeans, which are basically acid washed mom jeans, I think). And others learn to cope to life based on their worldview or their upbringing. But overall, we all can decide how happy we want to be. Apparently I did not want to be too happy this past week. Just ask my team. Good thing they're forgiving folks.
A favorite Old Testament proverb of mine states: "He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth his spirit than he that taketh a city."
This cancer stuff is hard. Liz isn't going to be able to take care of the kids and her annoying husband for some time. Life moves on for the great people who have been such generous providers of support and service. They are tired. So are we. But we can choose to smile, to laugh, to enjoy the good moments we have. It makes life so much better.
Go Team Liz.
P.S. Great pics from my cousin and his family at the USAF Museum in Dayton, Ohio. Liz and I went to that museum back in our Ohio days. Love it! Thanks, Kevin.
Happiness is a choice... but sometimes it's the toughest decision you make all day! Sometimes I even have to re-choose happiness multiple times a day. Or - sometimes I have to decide to just choose it tomorrow. ;)
ReplyDeleteYou guys are awesome, I'm so sorry the kids have had the pukes. That's like salt on an already tired wound. I read something once that stuck... "If sometimes the harder you try, the harder it gets... take heart, so it has been with some of the greatest people who have ever lived." I believe it's an Elder Holland quote. You guys must be destined for greatness... keep your chin up, choose happiness when you can and the rest of the time, just eat ice cream or sleep.
Love you guys...
Now where's that like button here...
DeleteDitto, Colette. Your strength and optimism are infectious.