When working out of town, I rarely get any mail other than bills. What mail I do get is usually a package of bills sent to me by my mom from my house. It is rare that I get anything fun. So imagine my surprise today when I opened my mailbox to see a brown package awaiting me. Delight! It was almost as fun as Christmas morning. I did know that the package would be coming and I did know what was in it, but none of that took away from the excitement over receiving a package. What I didn't expect was to receive it today. I had just received a message yesterday from Karson that she had sent it that day so to receive it the very next day was surprising. Yes, it was my Zumba gear that I won the Friday I left home. Zumba jingle bracelets and Zumba socks! As I rode the elevator up to my floor I smiled thinking of which bright colors they would be in. When I finally got in and opened them I couldn't help but smile. I put the jingle bracelets on and showed the dogs. They too were fascinated by them. I don't know if it was the bright colors or the noise that intrigued them more but I'm sure JoJo was hoping I would give her one to play with. She would inevitably tear every single one of those jingles off the bracelet, not because she hated them but because she loved them so. It's the same thing with squeaky toys. She loves the squeaker so much she can't help but chew and chew and chew trying to get to it until she eventually chews a hole right through it and it no longer squeaks. Then, of course, she has no use for it anymore.
It turns out I wasn't the only one to receive mail while they were out of town this week. Just yesterday Marshall also received some mail - a Father's Day card from our friends Tina and Jaime. It was quite a lovely card and Marshall said it was some of the nicest things any of his friends had ever said to him. It's amazing what a simple card can do for your psyche when you are out of town. The only thing better than a card? - a package of Zumba fun! Now I really can't wait for the weekend so I can go to Zumba class!
Nolan Eason
At 1:03AM on Friday, March 30, 2012 my first child was born - a son. We named him Nolan Eason. 21" long, 5lb 3oz. He was beautiful and perfect in every way, except that he was stillborn. As we searched for answers to his untimely death, we also searched for comfort. This blog was created as a way of working through my sorrow by trying to find something beautiful in the world each day. Hopefully, along the way it will help others to heal as well.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
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