Happy Anniversary...

Yesterday would have been our ninth wedding anniversary. To celebrate, I took a gift to my husband's parents. I went to the town in which I teach (just outside the town in which I live), and went to my favorite restaurant/caterer. I taught the owner, her husband, her four sisters, her daughter, her nieces, and I'll teach her son this coming school year. She serves lunch from 11:00 until 2:00, but the store opens at 9:00 to buy things from the coolers. I bought a chicken casserole, a broccoli casserole, cheddar crusted potatoes, macaroni and cheese, chicken and dressing, and a quart of vegetable soup. All of these were frozen, and just have to be heated for about thirty minutes and they're ready to eat. I also bought chicken fingers, pimento cheese, blueberry salad, apple ambrosia, and cornbread salad. They are both in their late 70s, and their health is not great. They live about twenty minutes away from me, so I thought this would be a good idea.

I spent last Wednesday and Thursday with my college roommate and her husband, and then went to my niece's house for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. My niece (age 29), nephew (age 27), and I got in line at Barnes and Noble around 11:30 p.m. Friday night to get our copies of the Harry Potter book. My niece's sweet husband (I feel silly calling him my nephew-in-law; we LOVE him) was on baby duty with my thirteen-month-old great-niece. My niece finished the book Saturday afternoon; I finished Saturday night because I took several breaks to play with the baby--I put her shoes and socks on so she could take them off, I brushed her hair, we answered her cell phone, she practiced walking...a baby is just what I need to help me heal from my losses, and God sent her at just the right time for our family.