Last night the Double B went to Wal-Mart to prepare for a very exciting ice fishing trip today. (He has the next week and a half off of work, and he is planning to live it up!) When he came home, he kindly offered me a little gift of bite-size Reeses. I don't know if you have tried them, but they are like Reeses... on crack. That was so sweet of him. Unfortunately, I was ditching Zumba and it was the kind of night that I was self-medicating, so I ate them all. Minus one, which Olivia asked if she could have to save for the morning. Morning came at 3:50 a.m., when she stood next to my bed and asked if she could snuggle. I let her in, and moments later I hear "swish, swish, sllluuuurrrp!" She had licked the top layer off the tiny candy and was eating it finger dip by delicious finger dip. It honestly took her about ten minutes, and then her daddy got up to get her a drink. Then she said "Oops, I forgot my babies!" When she ran back in she placed three dolls in my arms, found my hand and wrapped my fingers around a little hand-sized bear. Then she happily climbed in, snuggled down, and claimed her babies. And that is how we slept for what was left of the night. That kid is one of a kind.
Before bedtime I finally got my husband to sit down and watch one of my favorite movies with me -- 'Julie and Julia.' I just love that show. (But I can't recommend it without saying there is the most random and useless use of a particularly bad word. I do not condone the use of bad words. Amen.) There are many scenes between Julia and Paul that remind me of myself and the Double B. I have never told the Double B that, but then half way through the movie as Julia's chopping up ten million onions, crying and waving her knife around and Paul shakes his head and walks out of the room the Double B goes "Oh, man, that is US!!!" And I felt deeply happy that he saw it, too. We really do love each other, but we are about as different as the come. The fact that we really like who the other person is pretty much the sum total of our similarities. But it worked for Julia and Paul. And it works for us.
I would just like to say, I am so thankful to have my bff Dr. Lunt as my doctor. He is the best, and honestly, I love him. I don't just like him, I have actual love for that fabulous and knowledgeable human being.
I have forgiven him for sending me home from the hospital that day I wasn't really in labor, because I am very magnanimous.
The very best thing that happened last night: my big brother Matt called me. And I am pretty sure the Lord must have told him to do it, because I needed to talk to him and draw on his font of medical wisdom, but I was too nervous to hear what he would say. So then -- HE called ME while doing his dishes! And after talking to him I felt so. much. better. Not just because he is a big smartie pants and I know he knows what he is talking about. But because he's my big brother and I felt better. Isn't that funny? I have such great brothers, and I wouldn't trade one of them.
I always wanted a boy first so that my other kids would have a big brother to help them like mine helped (and help) me. And my girls do have a great big brother. And I think he'll be able to call them late at night and make them feel better, even when they are all grown up.
Because I'm pretty sure that that is what big brothers are for.