No Way!

I just saw a name for a baby I've never heard before...

Wae. That's it.

Wae.

I am just thinking how funny it will be when this baby is just a little older and about to touch something she shouldn't. It goes like this: "Wae... No, Wae.... Wae! No, Wae!!!

Sounds like a scene from either Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure or Wayne's World.

Either way, that baby girl better grow into a pretty little girl and from there into a hottie... otherwise this journey may be painful. Way.

Because We Need The Reminder.

All the stages of my life
were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I'd even lived one day.

Psalm 139:13-16 (New International Version)

¹³ For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.

¹⁴ I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.

¹⁵ My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,

¹⁶ your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.

Conversations With Feedback.

One thing I've discovered only recently about myself is that when given opportunity to have conversations in which there is feedback in adult English, I just soak it up and go ninety-to-nothing. Last night was no exception. Several of us from my small group from church got together and went to the cheese & chocolate ladies night at Melting Pot. So yum...

I'll Take It.

Ok. So this has been a sad few days...

Friday night after leaving here, my mom and dad went home and - as is their usual - drove onto their property and went toward the barn to put our dog, Boomer - a very large black lab - up for the night... As they were coming around, two rabbits followed by a very focused Boomer ran in front of their car. Boomer took a direct hit and rolled under their small SUV. Boomer ran off and my dad searched for him for a very long time before calling Mr. Favorite and asking him to come help look for Boom (we live about 20 minutes away). Big had already gone to bed (it was around 10 p.m.), but I wanted to go, too, so I got the poor, sleepy boy back out of bed and we went to Mom and Dad's. It took them a while, but they did find him and were able to get him to the barn. Boomer had no external injuries and was able to walk slowly. I was so relieved they had found him... Just before we left that night, I just bent down and stroked his head for just a minute. I wanted that moment.

Saturday, Dad and Mom tried giving him water and he was not able to keep it down, so Dad took him to see our good friend and veterinarian. They came back home with the news there were no broken bones. Well... Sunday sometime, Boomer went and laid in the shaded mud near the pond and was not interested in moving. Mom was increasingly worried about him and so Monday when he still hadn't moved much, she asked Dad to take him back to see the vet. When Dad got home to get Boomer, he had moved from the pond to the neighbor's barn and had died just minutes before. I was so sad. I still am. He was so stinkin' good to us and protective of Big. He was just a good ol' dog. Dad called Mr. Fave to ask him to tell me when he got home and we went out there to help bury him. It makes total sense, but I was just surprised that it surprised me how lifeless he was. That seems silly to say, but he seemed so much smaller to me.

The point to my title is that yes, it sucks to hurt. It sucks to be sad - and especially over a dog, but I have come to the place in my life and in my understanding, that I would rather love and enjoy life and the things that come with it in spite of knowing there's a chance that there would be hurt attached, than to not let myself be vulnerable to it in the first place. It is weird, but I can remember telling Mr. Favorite at one time that I knew someday Boomer would die and I was sad about it then. Now, here I am several years later sitting at my desk crying over that same dog... but despite that it sucks right now and that tears flow and block vision while I'm trying to type... I will take it... because I know that I can't live life avoiding hurt.

Early Lessons Learned.

Last night we were sitting in our front yard enjoying the almost tolerable weather when we heard the strained sounds of a toddler vehicle...Big watched as the two (very cute) little girls just drove right on by...When the driver (the blond chick) turned around to go back, Big was still mesmerized and only after they had passed began to wave and try to be friends...Breaking his momma's heart at how badly he was trying to be friendly as they just coldly drove away...It appears he then realizes how futile the efforts of chasing down hot chicks in pink jeeps are...
Only to have them come back again...And, again he is mesmerized...This time, on her way back, she is especially cruel and stops right in front of our house...And then leaves him there again...His momma is going to have to grow thicker skin by the time this kind of treatment from girls really happens. My heart was so sad watching him try so hard to be friendly to those girls as they snubbed him. (I should note that I'm fully congnizant of the fact that I'm over-judging this situation, but it certainly made me realize that I'm not going to like it one bit when some chick breaks my boy's heart... Lordamercy!)