I was feeling a little down. It's our first Sunday here and I miss my church family. We're going to visit a PCA church here, and I know there will be some familiar things-- communion, the creeds, the hymns (thank the Lord for universal symbols of the Faith). But in large part, it will be strange and new.
So I decided to make myself some grits. You know, comfort food. 'Cause everyone knows that there's nothing like grits and eggs to heal pretty much any existential angst. (Can I get an amen??)
But then I spilled the grits all over the kitchen floor. I went to vacuum it up. And let me tell you, this is a small kitchen. There simply isn't room for me, baby and a vacuum. I knocked the crisp, perfectly browned bacon on the floor. I vacuumed that up, made more grits, kept my chin up. And then I realized that we were out of butter.
At that point I had two options; a good hard cry, or a blog post. I chose the blog post, because, you know, mascara... and a new church... gotta make an impression...
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:( I'm sorry. We, on the other hand, had a not quite so frustrating, yet equally sad day yesterday at Gypsy Hill Park. It was *perfect*---the rides were perfect, the food was perfect, the ducks were perfect, the train was perfect, the music was (well, it was country, but it was ok, too)....and I was so sad the whole time because Violet was alone....and there were no cousins and no Daddies. :( *sniff*
And what is grits without butter?! And bacon? Mmmmmm - you've made me hongry, now I gotta have some grits and bacon. :)
*hugs* to you. I am thinking about you and remembering the adjustment to moving to a different city, with child in tow. It wasn't easy. I hope the days get better, the church connection fits, and the friendships come quickly and easily.
AMEN! Anything that has to do with grits, eggs, cheese, sausage, even all mixed together in the same pot are a GOOD THING.
Love you! Keep that chin up:) The mascara runs less that way;)
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