No offense by another person could possibly equal our guilt before God, yet He has forgiven us; are we not obligated to show the same mercy to others?
~Dr. James Dobson
Forgiveness is difficult. I am mad at someone for being mad at me for a reason I am oblivious to. Sounds pretty confusing, huh? Well it is, and it has been eating me up.
When someone wrongs me, I tend to dwell on what they did, rather than to look at my part in the situation. After all, I am responsible for my part only. But sometimes we don't know our part, or we did nothing wrong that we know of. This is a conversation I had with someone I really look up to.
"It's not our problem what others may think of us," she said.
"But I want everyone to like me," I answered.
"You have got to get over that," she replied.
I looked at her quizzically.
"Remember, when someone points a finger at you, they have three fingers pointing back at them. So you can't worry or obsess over what they may or may not say or think," she said.
"As long as you are graciously following your moral compass, you have nothing to lose."
"Okay. I see what you're saying," I uttered.
"All we have to worry about is what God thinks of us anyway. He is the only one we will have to answer to in the end."
Touche.
I can reach the point of forgiveness by praying for that person without worrying if they forgive me. What a relief. (I'm still waiting for it to work, though).
ARCHIVES.....FIRST DRAFTS.....
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Truly Grateful
I am truly grateful for my friends. Good friends are hard to find. Many friends come into our lives for brief periods and then leave, but true friends are always there~ through good times and bad. In fact, when we are going through difficult or challenging times in our lives we can easily discover who our true friends really are, for they will be by our side to love unconditionallyand support us even when we don't have much to give back. Having just gone through a very difficult time recently, I was amazed at the outpouring of support I received from my friends. Yet at the same time, I was deeply hurt by the rejection of someone I thought was a friend. I felt like I had been discarded like stale bread and I was deeply hurt. Since then, I have discovered that this person who I thought was a friend is so self-absorbed that she will do anything to get her way. Looking back, I can easily see that everything was all about her. Honestly, I do not someone like that as a friend. I need friends who will listen, not talk about themselves constantly or brag about everything materialistic they have. I want real friends, not superficial ones. So I lost one friend. But guess what? I gained a dozen more and for that I am truly grateful. And to my #1 best friend, my husband~ I love you and thank you for everything!
Friday, September 11, 2009
A Horrible Date
by Laurie Kolp
September 11, what a horrible date
In 2001 sealed America’s fate
Twas the day eight years ago
Terrorists raped our nation so
Four airplanes hijacked unaware
Turmoil and fear rang out in the air
Innocent lives lost and smothered
Survivors' guilt maddening others
Forever changed, soldiers went to war
Lives still lost today and evermore.
by Laurie Kolp
September 11, what a horrible date
In 2001 sealed America’s fate
Twas the day eight years ago
Terrorists raped our nation so
Four airplanes hijacked unaware
Turmoil and fear rang out in the air
Innocent lives lost and smothered
Survivors' guilt maddening others
Forever changed, soldiers went to war
Lives still lost today and evermore.
Remembering 9/11
What were you doing on September 11, 2001? I remember that day vividly. It was Katie's first day at mother's day out. Pete was taking her to school as I sat at home with two-week-old Andrew, nursing and trying to placate him. Pete and Katie had been gone for mere seconds when I heard the phone ring.
"Turn on the news," Pete said. "I just heard a bizarre report on the radio that a plane flew into the World Trade Center. I want to know if this is true, or another War of the Worlds."
I quickly turned on the news to find Paula Zahn reporting live what was happening in New York City.
"Oh my God. It's true, Pete."
I sat glued to the television for hours watching the truth unfold before my eyes on how terrorists in airplanes had attacked the twin towers, the Pentagon and crashed in Pennsylvania. Pete came home to watch this horrific event with me. We witnessed the towers crumbling and falling, the smoke and debris that filled the air and the interviews played over and over of witnesses to the attacks. We saw replays of the plane crashing into the towers, the people running and screaming in total shock and terror. Pete and I talked about how our world had changed because of this terrorist attack and would never be the same. We were both saddened and fearful at the lost of America's innocence. Being the post-birth hormonal momma I was at the time, I cried and cried. A huge depression came over me in the weeks that followed as I watched again and again too much of the coverage aired on the news channels. My delivery of Andrew had been especially tough and the poor baby was extremely fussy because of acid reflux we had yet to discover. I soon found myself deep in the throttle of postpartum depression. Luckily, I have a wonderful OB/GYN who recognized my ailment and helped set me back on track, but the journey was long and hard. My body was reacting negatively to the shock it had undergone during Andrew's delivery and the wheels were set in motion for what would eventually lead up to my hysterectomy after Nicholas was born.
Today marks the eight-year anniversary of this tragic event that foreplayed months of darkness for me. I am mixed with bittersweet emotions; happy that I am no longer going through the depression and physical problems I endured, sad remembering the victims and families of 9/11 and the helplessness I felt during that time.
We do not know what to do, but our eyes are upon You.
~2 Chronicles 20:12
"Turn on the news," Pete said. "I just heard a bizarre report on the radio that a plane flew into the World Trade Center. I want to know if this is true, or another War of the Worlds."
I quickly turned on the news to find Paula Zahn reporting live what was happening in New York City.
"Oh my God. It's true, Pete."
I sat glued to the television for hours watching the truth unfold before my eyes on how terrorists in airplanes had attacked the twin towers, the Pentagon and crashed in Pennsylvania. Pete came home to watch this horrific event with me. We witnessed the towers crumbling and falling, the smoke and debris that filled the air and the interviews played over and over of witnesses to the attacks. We saw replays of the plane crashing into the towers, the people running and screaming in total shock and terror. Pete and I talked about how our world had changed because of this terrorist attack and would never be the same. We were both saddened and fearful at the lost of America's innocence. Being the post-birth hormonal momma I was at the time, I cried and cried. A huge depression came over me in the weeks that followed as I watched again and again too much of the coverage aired on the news channels. My delivery of Andrew had been especially tough and the poor baby was extremely fussy because of acid reflux we had yet to discover. I soon found myself deep in the throttle of postpartum depression. Luckily, I have a wonderful OB/GYN who recognized my ailment and helped set me back on track, but the journey was long and hard. My body was reacting negatively to the shock it had undergone during Andrew's delivery and the wheels were set in motion for what would eventually lead up to my hysterectomy after Nicholas was born.
Today marks the eight-year anniversary of this tragic event that foreplayed months of darkness for me. I am mixed with bittersweet emotions; happy that I am no longer going through the depression and physical problems I endured, sad remembering the victims and families of 9/11 and the helplessness I felt during that time.
We do not know what to do, but our eyes are upon You.
~2 Chronicles 20:12
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Number Sense
by Laurie Kolp
Some say age is just a number
But to a ninety-four-year-old
Age is the harsh, true reality that
Death is near and frighteningly cold
“Don’t worry what the scale says,”
The nurse tells the patient
But to an anorexic or bulimic
Weight can create great lament
The hurried housewife enters forty
When she actually spent four hundred
And wonders why checks start bouncing
Facing her angry husband with dread
A teacher instructs her students
“Open your book to page sixty-nine”
But to the struggling dyslexic
Ninety-six would be just fine
Numbers are all around us
Important in every way
But remember these scenarios
Before ruining someone’s day.
by Laurie Kolp
Some say age is just a number
But to a ninety-four-year-old
Age is the harsh, true reality that
Death is near and frighteningly cold
“Don’t worry what the scale says,”
The nurse tells the patient
But to an anorexic or bulimic
Weight can create great lament
The hurried housewife enters forty
When she actually spent four hundred
And wonders why checks start bouncing
Facing her angry husband with dread
A teacher instructs her students
“Open your book to page sixty-nine”
But to the struggling dyslexic
Ninety-six would be just fine
Numbers are all around us
Important in every way
But remember these scenarios
Before ruining someone’s day.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
My Collage of Cardinals
Many of you have asked about my cardinals, and the answer is YES~ I still see them all the time. In fact, I just looked out the window and spotted my beautiful red friend, sitting in the soft drizzle of rain coming down. My heart always skips a beat when I see a cardinal because the majestic crimson bird reminds me of God. And Mary. Funny that not minutes before I saw the cardinal today, I was going through some poems about Mary I had created a chapbook out of. This is no coincidence, and it not only happens to me, but to Jeni, Mary's sister, as well. Here is a list of just a few of the experiences I have had with cardinals:
1. Not long after Mary's death a cardinal skipped in front of my car at the church where we used to meet together. I had been sad and praying to God for a sign that Mary was okay. When I left, I saw the cardinal.
2. A cardinal chirped outside my window one morning after I had prayed to God and for some reason I knew to check on Ms. Angelle, who was bleeding to death and might not have made it had I not gone to visit her.
3. I gave Jeni a "Sisterhood" award for her blog. Soon after, my backyard was swarming with cardinals.
4. Jeni and I have spotted cardinals on numerous occasions as we were talking on the phone~ right in front of us.
5. I went on a retreat and got up to share about my pain since Mary's suicide, and everyone spotted a cardinal outside the window behind me as I spoke.
6. After praying on several occasions I have heard the beautiful song of the cardinal which led me outside to take a peek. A cardinal was always right there in front of me, no matter where I looked.
7. Last Monday was a VERY SPECIAL day for me and I saw a cardinal right outside my kitchen window as I poured myself some coffee that morning~ a sure reassurance that what I was about to do was good.
8. I saw a cardinal at the zoo last year just flitting around the path I was walking on; reaasurance that being there with Nicholas' class was a good thing (and something Mary would have done).
There are many more examples of how the cardinal has worked in my life, and I have written about them on this blog. The good news is that I view the cardinal as a positive, good thing. I have reached acceptance of what happened. Now I can look back with happy, fond memories and thank God for the time, although short, I had with my dear friend Mary.
1. Not long after Mary's death a cardinal skipped in front of my car at the church where we used to meet together. I had been sad and praying to God for a sign that Mary was okay. When I left, I saw the cardinal.
2. A cardinal chirped outside my window one morning after I had prayed to God and for some reason I knew to check on Ms. Angelle, who was bleeding to death and might not have made it had I not gone to visit her.
3. I gave Jeni a "Sisterhood" award for her blog. Soon after, my backyard was swarming with cardinals.
4. Jeni and I have spotted cardinals on numerous occasions as we were talking on the phone~ right in front of us.
5. I went on a retreat and got up to share about my pain since Mary's suicide, and everyone spotted a cardinal outside the window behind me as I spoke.
6. After praying on several occasions I have heard the beautiful song of the cardinal which led me outside to take a peek. A cardinal was always right there in front of me, no matter where I looked.
7. Last Monday was a VERY SPECIAL day for me and I saw a cardinal right outside my kitchen window as I poured myself some coffee that morning~ a sure reassurance that what I was about to do was good.
8. I saw a cardinal at the zoo last year just flitting around the path I was walking on; reaasurance that being there with Nicholas' class was a good thing (and something Mary would have done).
There are many more examples of how the cardinal has worked in my life, and I have written about them on this blog. The good news is that I view the cardinal as a positive, good thing. I have reached acceptance of what happened. Now I can look back with happy, fond memories and thank God for the time, although short, I had with my dear friend Mary.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Update On Chocolate Lab Puppies
On Saturday, we went to visit the puppies again. They have grown since we last saw them. At three weeks old, their eyes are open and they are walking. A few of them have discovered their voices and can make some very unusual noises that, instead of sounding like barks, sound like little squeaks and grunts.
The kids enjoyed petting the Labrador Retriever puppies and observing how much they had grown and changed in the two weeks since they saw them last.
We can't wait to go back and see how much the pure-bred chocolate labs have grown and changed since the last time we saw them. I will keep you posted.Saturday, September 5, 2009
Ms. Angelle
~by Laurie Kolp
I know a lady who is ninety-four-years-old
Spunky and spry, she is an independent soul
Living in a house big enough for eight
She keeps up with passion her lovely estate
Two cars sit in this lady’s garage
Hardly driven they are just like a mirage
One she calls her sedan, the other her zoom-zoom
And she keeps them updated with plenty of room
My dear old friend, not a worry she has
Her life she’s lived simply without much pizzazz
Simple thing entertain her like fixing things up
And she always has a project inside of her cup
This sweet aged lady is a healthy old catch
Fresh fruit and vegetables, all meals by scratch
Although she seldom imbibes in red wine
“Liquor is the only answer” says her sign
Each night she chooses a bed for sleeping
Even her storage room has a pallet for resting
Inhibitions my dear friend has not
She says what’s on her mind with all she’s got
We have fun together going shopping or to lunch
But her legs are swollen; she’s losing her punch
So I will cherish our friendship each day
And show her I love her in my own special way
~by Laurie Kolp
I know a lady who is ninety-four-years-old
Spunky and spry, she is an independent soul
Living in a house big enough for eight
She keeps up with passion her lovely estate
Two cars sit in this lady’s garage
Hardly driven they are just like a mirage
One she calls her sedan, the other her zoom-zoom
And she keeps them updated with plenty of room
My dear old friend, not a worry she has
Her life she’s lived simply without much pizzazz
Simple thing entertain her like fixing things up
And she always has a project inside of her cup
This sweet aged lady is a healthy old catch
Fresh fruit and vegetables, all meals by scratch
Although she seldom imbibes in red wine
“Liquor is the only answer” says her sign
Each night she chooses a bed for sleeping
Even her storage room has a pallet for resting
Inhibitions my dear friend has not
She says what’s on her mind with all she’s got
We have fun together going shopping or to lunch
But her legs are swollen; she’s losing her punch
So I will cherish our friendship each day
And show her I love her in my own special way
Friday, September 4, 2009
Search me, o God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
~Psalm 139:23-24
I simply love this little prayer. It reminds me that I can't, God can and I'll let Him. I no longer am the director in my play of life- God is. I have turned my will and my life over to the care of God and everyday I ask to know His will for me and to be given the power to carry it out. How, you may ask, does one do that? To me, the answer is simple, for God is within all of us. He is our conscience that tells us right from wrong. He is the good moral fiber of our innermost being, and He has been there (within us) since we were born. So I take time each day to be still and quiet in peaceful prayer and meditation so I can have a conversation with God. If I stumble upon a roadblock, I step back and take a look at the situation. If the solution comes easily, then that is most likely God's will for me. If I have to struggle with indecision, it is probably my will. Only God can rid me of anxious thoughts or offensive actions and I am now trying my best to follow His will for me.
Though you may ask God to do something for you, He generally wants to do something in you.
~Unknown
~Psalm 139:23-24
I simply love this little prayer. It reminds me that I can't, God can and I'll let Him. I no longer am the director in my play of life- God is. I have turned my will and my life over to the care of God and everyday I ask to know His will for me and to be given the power to carry it out. How, you may ask, does one do that? To me, the answer is simple, for God is within all of us. He is our conscience that tells us right from wrong. He is the good moral fiber of our innermost being, and He has been there (within us) since we were born. So I take time each day to be still and quiet in peaceful prayer and meditation so I can have a conversation with God. If I stumble upon a roadblock, I step back and take a look at the situation. If the solution comes easily, then that is most likely God's will for me. If I have to struggle with indecision, it is probably my will. Only God can rid me of anxious thoughts or offensive actions and I am now trying my best to follow His will for me.
Though you may ask God to do something for you, He generally wants to do something in you.
~Unknown
Some Days Are Just Like That
Yesterday I had the opportunity to say the Serenity Prayer a lot. The first time was in the doctor's office with Katie and Andrew for their annual well check-ups. Their doctor no longer will see more than two kids from the same family at the same time, so I was already a little perturbed that Nicholas had to go the next day (Pete's taking him this time). Our appointment time was 8:30 and by 9:20 we were still in the room waiting for the doctor to come in. I was growing angrier by the minute because I did not want the kids to be counted absent from school and they have to be there at 10:00 or they will be. Katie and Andrew brought things to keep them busy, but they started complaining about the wait, too. I said the Serenity Prayer several times until the doctor finally showed up and the whole check-up for both kids only took fifteen minutes. They arrived at school around 9:55, just in the knick of time.
The next challenge of the day occured while I was in the carpool line waiting for the kids to get out of school. Most of the time I am first in line (sometimes second). I would much rather wait in the heat than have the kids stand around after school for a long time waiting for me, so I take my crossword puzzle and book to help pass the time, or make phone calls to friends. Well, I was first in line until ten minutes before dismissal when a mom in a big suburban drove up and weaseled her way into the small space in front of me. Oh, how I wanted to get out of my car, march up to her window and give her a piece of my mind. How dare she cut in front of me when I had been waiting nearly an hour sweating like a pig! But, again I said the Serenity Prayer and was able to refrain from my urge to act out.
When we got home from school and the kids started on their homework (which they have to do right after school in our house), Nicholas did NOT want to do his. Personally I can't believe how much homework he has as a first grader. Things have changed since Andrew was in the same class. I'm talking two or three worksheets a day, spelling homework, reading vocabulary and memorizing a poem to recite to his teacher! That alone is cause for the Serenity Prayer. Anyway, poor Nicholas had had it with the whole homework thing yesterday and he burst into tears of frustration and wouldn't let up. Nothing rips a mother's heart apart more than an upset, sobbing child. I consoled him enough to get his homework done, but Nicholas had several more meltdowns that evening. The whole thing was exhausting.
So exhausting, in fact, that I didn't have the time or energy to cook dinner, which leads to the next challenge of my day. We went to the drive-through at Dairy Queen to order our dinner. After I had placed our order, I was driving up to the window when a guy in a brand new red sports car zoomed right in front of me and cut. 'What's with all the cutting today?' I thought, when I really wanted to get out of my car and give him a piece of my mind. The kids went ballistic as they complained about the gall of that young, selfish kid. I said the Serenity Prayer again, but by this time I was spent. I could not refrain myself from honking at him (at least I didn't get out of my car and go to his window to chew him out like I wanted to do). Anyway, when I honked, he flipped me off. Luckily the kids didn't see, but I couldn't believe it. When I got up to the window I asked the girl why he had cut (he drove off without getting anything). She said he claimed he had given her a hundred dollar bill, but she had given him change for a ten. She also said that wasn't true and we both agreed he should have gotten out of his car and gone in, the selfish, lazy...AHEM, never mind.
After all of these challenges yesterday, I was exhausted and climbed into bed at 9:00, wanting to end the disastrous day. Some days are just like that. How are you today?
The next challenge of the day occured while I was in the carpool line waiting for the kids to get out of school. Most of the time I am first in line (sometimes second). I would much rather wait in the heat than have the kids stand around after school for a long time waiting for me, so I take my crossword puzzle and book to help pass the time, or make phone calls to friends. Well, I was first in line until ten minutes before dismissal when a mom in a big suburban drove up and weaseled her way into the small space in front of me. Oh, how I wanted to get out of my car, march up to her window and give her a piece of my mind. How dare she cut in front of me when I had been waiting nearly an hour sweating like a pig! But, again I said the Serenity Prayer and was able to refrain from my urge to act out.
When we got home from school and the kids started on their homework (which they have to do right after school in our house), Nicholas did NOT want to do his. Personally I can't believe how much homework he has as a first grader. Things have changed since Andrew was in the same class. I'm talking two or three worksheets a day, spelling homework, reading vocabulary and memorizing a poem to recite to his teacher! That alone is cause for the Serenity Prayer. Anyway, poor Nicholas had had it with the whole homework thing yesterday and he burst into tears of frustration and wouldn't let up. Nothing rips a mother's heart apart more than an upset, sobbing child. I consoled him enough to get his homework done, but Nicholas had several more meltdowns that evening. The whole thing was exhausting.
So exhausting, in fact, that I didn't have the time or energy to cook dinner, which leads to the next challenge of my day. We went to the drive-through at Dairy Queen to order our dinner. After I had placed our order, I was driving up to the window when a guy in a brand new red sports car zoomed right in front of me and cut. 'What's with all the cutting today?' I thought, when I really wanted to get out of my car and give him a piece of my mind. The kids went ballistic as they complained about the gall of that young, selfish kid. I said the Serenity Prayer again, but by this time I was spent. I could not refrain myself from honking at him (at least I didn't get out of my car and go to his window to chew him out like I wanted to do). Anyway, when I honked, he flipped me off. Luckily the kids didn't see, but I couldn't believe it. When I got up to the window I asked the girl why he had cut (he drove off without getting anything). She said he claimed he had given her a hundred dollar bill, but she had given him change for a ten. She also said that wasn't true and we both agreed he should have gotten out of his car and gone in, the selfish, lazy...AHEM, never mind.
After all of these challenges yesterday, I was exhausted and climbed into bed at 9:00, wanting to end the disastrous day. Some days are just like that. How are you today?
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Let's Do Lunch
I feel like I have gone from one extreme to the other these past couple of days, and, indeed, I have. Yesterday I had lunch with a bunch of loud, energetic noisy first graders, and today I had lunch with a quiet, aching lady~ Ms. Angelle. Looking back on these two very different luncheon experiences, I must admit that my usual peaceful and quiet lunch is something I take for granted.
First, let me share with you how my lunch with Nicholas went. When I met up with Nicholas's class (they were already on their way to lunch), I heard several remarks from the other kids, like "Wow- Nicholas's mom sure is tall," and "Where did she come from?" I got in line with Nicholas and gave him a hug as we proceeded to the cafeteria. Remember that the kids are in a portable school? Well, they have several "dining halls" (portables) and use one per grade level. So when you get @150 six-year-olds together in a small space, the noise level is amplified a hundred times over (or so it seems). A little boy and girl sitting across from Nicholas and I were little chatterboxes and I could barely hear what they were saying, but they kept on talking to me anyway. I had to laugh when the girl said, "I'm supposed to learn to act like I do at school when I'm home." Then, of course, when lunch was over Nicholas pulled the 'wanting to come home' act on me. I reluctantly left anyway and my ears hurt for quite a long time.
My lunch with Ms. Angelle today was completely different than yesterday's lunch at the elementary school. Ms. Angelle loves to go to the Golden Corral. She sat down and waited while I went to fix her a plate. Ms. Angelle asked me to get five corn on the cobs on a separate plate and she ate every last one~in silence, hunched over her plate. I went back and forth five times to get us our various items. The last time was to get six more ears of corn so she could take them home and have them with her chicken tonight. I got some strange looks from the patrons of the restaurant as I hauled all that corn back and forth. She had brought her own tupperware container to put the leftovers in. After lunch, we had to stop by Walgreens so Ms. Angelle could get some razors. "Funny how when you get old, the only place hair grows is on your face," she said. I had to hold up several different kinds of razors before she found what she wanted and then she had the clerk open it for her, so she could check it out. Right there, in the drugstore, Ms. Angelle started shaving her whiskers! Liking the results, she bought two of them. Unlike when I left Nicholas, I must say I was ready to drop Ms. Angelle back at her house. It was an exhausting and humiliating lunch.
Even though the two lunches were different, there is one thing they had in common: I thoroughly enjoyed each one and am so grateful I have the chance to spend time with loved ones.
First, let me share with you how my lunch with Nicholas went. When I met up with Nicholas's class (they were already on their way to lunch), I heard several remarks from the other kids, like "Wow- Nicholas's mom sure is tall," and "Where did she come from?" I got in line with Nicholas and gave him a hug as we proceeded to the cafeteria. Remember that the kids are in a portable school? Well, they have several "dining halls" (portables) and use one per grade level. So when you get @150 six-year-olds together in a small space, the noise level is amplified a hundred times over (or so it seems). A little boy and girl sitting across from Nicholas and I were little chatterboxes and I could barely hear what they were saying, but they kept on talking to me anyway. I had to laugh when the girl said, "I'm supposed to learn to act like I do at school when I'm home." Then, of course, when lunch was over Nicholas pulled the 'wanting to come home' act on me. I reluctantly left anyway and my ears hurt for quite a long time.
My lunch with Ms. Angelle today was completely different than yesterday's lunch at the elementary school. Ms. Angelle loves to go to the Golden Corral. She sat down and waited while I went to fix her a plate. Ms. Angelle asked me to get five corn on the cobs on a separate plate and she ate every last one~in silence, hunched over her plate. I went back and forth five times to get us our various items. The last time was to get six more ears of corn so she could take them home and have them with her chicken tonight. I got some strange looks from the patrons of the restaurant as I hauled all that corn back and forth. She had brought her own tupperware container to put the leftovers in. After lunch, we had to stop by Walgreens so Ms. Angelle could get some razors. "Funny how when you get old, the only place hair grows is on your face," she said. I had to hold up several different kinds of razors before she found what she wanted and then she had the clerk open it for her, so she could check it out. Right there, in the drugstore, Ms. Angelle started shaving her whiskers! Liking the results, she bought two of them. Unlike when I left Nicholas, I must say I was ready to drop Ms. Angelle back at her house. It was an exhausting and humiliating lunch.
Even though the two lunches were different, there is one thing they had in common: I thoroughly enjoyed each one and am so grateful I have the chance to spend time with loved ones.
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