There are a few moments (a very few) in life that God gives you, when everything in life is good. It is a rarity and we must always be on the lookout for these moments so that they do not pass us by. I was sitting on the train this morning reflecting on the Weekend of Miracles (as it will forever be referred). I was able to arrange a flight down south to visit my family. I had sworn off the sardine like metal coffin we car airplanes after travailing for 25 hours from Hong Kong (and not being able to sleep the whole way) but apparently I had not had enough.
When I got out of customs I was greeted by six of my favorite people in the whole world. My cousin, her blessed angels for children, my aunt, and my mother. I was so excited when I saw the blond enthusiastic face of the oldest child that my heart nearly stopped when I saw her sister and brother next. I could have been happy then but there was more to come.
After they left my mother let me drive us both home (it felt good to drive American roads again). Many people knew that I would be coming home but it was a surprise to my Dad. He was coming out of the bathroom when I rounded the corner. It was like seeing a computer freeze up and then shut down. He froze unable to compute what was going on. When he came to he was thrilled. His elation never ended.
We had diner and Thanksgiving the next day. The next miracle happened that morning. I was showing him my pictures from the Thanksgiving that I had done in Canada. When we were done he asked "how can I see these when your gone?" "You could join Facebook?." I replied half joking. Then he said something that almost made all the breath in me leave, "Ok, sign me up." I could have choked.
The next day we went to St. George for a suicide run (that is where you go down and back in one day). My dad and my aunt went to a funeral for an old friend of theirs and Mom and I stayed with my grandparents. I had brought my computer and wanted to show them my pictures of the snow, my trip up, my office, and flowers from Hong Kong. I had a secret plan and set it in motion. "You know grandma, I won't be able to come down and visit as often anymore. Maybe twice a year. I would really like to talk to you more often but international calling is just so expensive. I Skype with mom a few times a week and wondered if I gave you my laptop if you would let me Skype you. The cousins here could help you. It's not hard." Everyone had told me that this would be a waste of time. There was no technology except a T.V. and Phone on the wall in their house. "How much would a computer cost?" What!? I thought. "Your only cost would be the internet. I will give you the computer and Skype is free." Then my grandparents launched into questions about, what is Facebook?, what was Google?, and what was texting (to which my grandmother leaned over and said "I know what texting is. Grandpa is the one who doesn't know." It looks like the plan worked. P.S. I will be getting a new computer at Christmas.
Sadly my time what up. We came home and my parents put me back on the plane up to the frigid north. The flight was good. The flight attendant was like an on-board comedian and kept things fun and lively. I thought that would be the end of my story but then . . .
Sunday night I was chatting with a dear friend of mine from my college days. I can't tell you much because it is her story to tell when she wants but she told me that she was expecting. If you have ever seen me watch One Tree Hill, Clash of the Titans, Twilight, or any other movie where I react above and beyond. Take that image and times by ten. Thats how happy I am.
I got off the train and came to my office. All the while thinking about how lucky I am that God blesses me so much. Perhaps life resembles a soap opera (mine sure does an awful lot) and something will go wrong. No one can have so much happiness, right? Until that happens I am living high and savoring every moment of it. I will share a little with you.
When I got out of customs I was greeted by six of my favorite people in the whole world. My cousin, her blessed angels for children, my aunt, and my mother. I was so excited when I saw the blond enthusiastic face of the oldest child that my heart nearly stopped when I saw her sister and brother next. I could have been happy then but there was more to come.
After they left my mother let me drive us both home (it felt good to drive American roads again). Many people knew that I would be coming home but it was a surprise to my Dad. He was coming out of the bathroom when I rounded the corner. It was like seeing a computer freeze up and then shut down. He froze unable to compute what was going on. When he came to he was thrilled. His elation never ended.
We had diner and Thanksgiving the next day. The next miracle happened that morning. I was showing him my pictures from the Thanksgiving that I had done in Canada. When we were done he asked "how can I see these when your gone?" "You could join Facebook?." I replied half joking. Then he said something that almost made all the breath in me leave, "Ok, sign me up." I could have choked.
The next day we went to St. George for a suicide run (that is where you go down and back in one day). My dad and my aunt went to a funeral for an old friend of theirs and Mom and I stayed with my grandparents. I had brought my computer and wanted to show them my pictures of the snow, my trip up, my office, and flowers from Hong Kong. I had a secret plan and set it in motion. "You know grandma, I won't be able to come down and visit as often anymore. Maybe twice a year. I would really like to talk to you more often but international calling is just so expensive. I Skype with mom a few times a week and wondered if I gave you my laptop if you would let me Skype you. The cousins here could help you. It's not hard." Everyone had told me that this would be a waste of time. There was no technology except a T.V. and Phone on the wall in their house. "How much would a computer cost?" What!? I thought. "Your only cost would be the internet. I will give you the computer and Skype is free." Then my grandparents launched into questions about, what is Facebook?, what was Google?, and what was texting (to which my grandmother leaned over and said "I know what texting is. Grandpa is the one who doesn't know." It looks like the plan worked. P.S. I will be getting a new computer at Christmas.
Sadly my time what up. We came home and my parents put me back on the plane up to the frigid north. The flight was good. The flight attendant was like an on-board comedian and kept things fun and lively. I thought that would be the end of my story but then . . .
Sunday night I was chatting with a dear friend of mine from my college days. I can't tell you much because it is her story to tell when she wants but she told me that she was expecting. If you have ever seen me watch One Tree Hill, Clash of the Titans, Twilight, or any other movie where I react above and beyond. Take that image and times by ten. Thats how happy I am.
I got off the train and came to my office. All the while thinking about how lucky I am that God blesses me so much. Perhaps life resembles a soap opera (mine sure does an awful lot) and something will go wrong. No one can have so much happiness, right? Until that happens I am living high and savoring every moment of it. I will share a little with you.
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