Some stuff

 So, I’ve waited to tell this story until I could sit with it and also not start bawling. 

A couple weeks ago when Miya called us to tell us that Madison was admitted to the hospital with pre-eclampsia and was going to be induced ( keep in mind that I’d only just found at that she was even pregnant) my body had a mind of its own suddenly and I was violently shaking and throwing up. It felt like the pain was forcing it’s way out.

My husband talked me into leaving the house and going to Target ( LoL the happy place!) and as we’re in the wide isle where the check outs are I suddenly see a large man walking towards me and JD with a purpose on his face and it was jolting. Then he stopped and asked Jd if he could pray for me. He said that God had called him into the store to pray for someone and as soon as he saw me God told him that it was me. 

Jd said he didn’t mind if I didn’t mind so I said yes, I mean, if there was ever a day where I could use a prayer, that was the day, he put his arm around my shoulder and held my hand and prayed for me and the really shocking part was that he prayed for my heart, emotions, pain and rejection. Prayed that God would use him to show me that I am big in God’s eyes, worthy and loved. 

I was speechless. I couldn’t even tell him that this timing was amazing. 

We turned away for just a second and he was gone. 

It really helped me, which might seem weird to most, but it is what I needed when I needed it.

We went to a baby shower yesterday. It’s for a baby girl. I didn’t have any anxiety over it in fact I spent what I would have spent on my granddaughter on this new baby. Might as well spoil someone else’s baby!

BUT! The interesting part is that the mom is Hispanic and the dad, who is one of my husband’s partners is white. The shower was full on Hispanic. How do you know the difference?

1) the women dress in one could call a dress but looks more like a child’s t-shirt stretched down to barely, or not, cover the ass cheeks, oh, and it’s either rubber and bright in color or… Well, ya, that’s about it. I kid you not, I saw some “cats” peeking out.

2) the music is mariachi and so loud you have to yell to talk

3) the food. Even chicken Mole made by the Tias. The white people at our table couldn’t eat it because it was too spicy 🌶️ 

4) the game prizes are bottles of Don Julio Rosado… Because it’s pink, so, duh. 

5) there’s an open bar so it’s game on. 

It was fun though and the cake was the best I’ve ever tasted! But that could have been my two vodka cranberries:-) I’m not gonna pass up a free bar either, I’m Scottish/Irish!! 

Oh, and get this, the Dad is going on 62 years old and the mom is 26. Did that not just make your brain zap? Being a new parent at 62 would be my nightmare!! They are in love though and that’s what is most important. 

And to a bear, No pics in a very long time. What’s up? 

Tracy