The other morning I unexpectedly caught my bus. It had been a bad night with Isabel's ear infection flaring up and a not so good morning. I had resigned myself to catching the next bus which meant I would be late for work, which meant I'd have to work later, which meant I would get home later, which meant I'd have less time with Isabel. When I was ready to go, I looked at the clock and realised if I ran I might make it. I ran up my street praying that I could catch the bus. I turned the corner and stopped running and then had to tell myself to keep going. Once I could see the bus stop with no one there I stopped running because there is usually at least three other people that get on with me. I sauntered and was close to crossing the street when the bus came. I waved wildly and started running again and the bus driver stopped. I was thrilled. God doesn't usually answer my requests to make it on time for whatever. I pondered things on the bus and realised that there was no one at the bus stop because it was teachers convention therefore the two students wouldn't be going to school and the other guy hadn't been at the bus stop all week nor the previous week, he was probably in some warm place on a beach.
I am quite excited that it is getting lighter out again. It is amazing how much easier it is to go to work when it is light out and awesome to come home in the light. This always makes my soul sing.
I have nine nieces and nephews. The oldest of which is 25 and his two sisters are 23 and 19. It seems so weird to talk about them with other people with Isabel being just 1.
other person: Where's Isabel?
Me: My niece is looking after her.
I usually qualify my statement because it seems so odd. Maybe it's just me though.
I have come to realise that I truly unconditionally love my child. It is a completely naked heart that I have with her. This is very freeing and painful. I built a nice turret around my heart that keeps me from safe from a lot of pain, unfortunately this can be a very lonely place as well. Over the years God has been helping and encouraging me to remove the wall. With Isabel, there is no wall. I am often overwhelmed with the love I have for her.
Last week, somebody at work sent me an email that said he was "in the 12th floor". I was amused and pondered how you could get in the floor.
Last week work sent out a memo about the time change...and that's all I'm saying about that.
And last but certainly not least, I got a call from my eye specialist saying my eyes were good saying that my eyes were good. Thank God! No more intravitreal injections. Perhaps, I should do a post about that and gross you all out.
I should probably proof this but I'm not going to...so rebellious.