Patience: A Lesson In Joy: July 2009

Smiles!

Tom will send me pictures of Harper smiling in the middle of my workday to cheer me up. Here is today's Harper Smile.

It's One, Two, Three Strikes You're Out...

Last Thursday we went to see the Wilmington Sharks, a small team made of college players in the off season. There was a little rain, but other than that, we had a good time. Highlights include:

enjoying Front Street's $1 drafts and soda
the 8 year old doing the worm
the associate pastor's 1 year old roaring with his toy dinosaur
seeing the 10 year old get coffee as a prize (?!)
Tom explaining to Harper the finer points of baseball

You can see more pictures here if you want!

Ever have *those* days? Yesterday morning, I drove to work in a thunderstorm. I gathered all my stuff up in the car, ready to make the dash to the door. I throw the door open, lock it, slam it shut and sprint across the street. Only to realize my keys are still in the ignition.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!

Tom came to work that afternoon (carrying Harper the whole way, since the sling, stroller, and snuggie were all IN the car) and he was able to use a grabby-device to get the door open and the keys out. My Hero!

Happy 4th!

Tom worked during the day on the 4th - which was best, as he got time & a half for doing it. He came home and grilled burgers on the cheap little charcoal grill I got him last year for his birthday. Then he bottled up his first batch of home-brewed beer and we headed off to fireworks.

We went to see the fireworks off the Battleship North Carolina on the 4th. We fought traffic and crowds and were able to sit right up by the river.

We weren't sure how Harper would like the fireworks. He's a laid back guy, but the fireworks are pretty loud. I couldn't believe though, that he barely flinched when they started. I had him positioned to see them, and he watched them intently - I think he liked the bright colors. He was holding my finger, and when there was a particularly loud firework, he didn't fuss or fidget, he just squeezed my finger a little extra tightly. It made my heart melt just a little!

But by the end of the night, he was spent. On the walk back to the car, he had his hand blocking his face as if he was just so exhausted he couldn't stand it anymore.