Hey, hi, how are you? How was your weekend? Were you one of those people who went to cookouts and pool parties or were you the person yelling at everyone to somberly remember the reason you're eating hotdogs and wearing a red, white, and blue bathing suit? I'm kidding, I'm kidding. God bless our veterans, past and present.
Our weekend started bright and early Saturday morning. I stumbled downstairs in my pajamas and pulled my bedhead back into a terrible looking bun. At 8am I was sipping on some coffee and watching the news while G played on my lap when I heard the familiar FaceTime jingle. I looked at my phone--it wasn't me. I assumed the reporter on tv forgot to silence his phone. A few minutes later, there was a loud knock on the door. I immediately crouched down and whisper-shouted to James "Are we in trouble???" Which is obviously the most logical assumption when someone knocks on the door. I ducked down even further when he walked to the door, terrified it would be someone with a gun or a shady looking fellow trying to get us to switch energy companies.
It was neither of those.
It was a girl, standing in front of my house with a bouquet of flowers and candy, asking "does a Michelle live here?"
Trust me, I was as confused as you are.
I held G and positioned her so the girl in question hopefully wouldn't be able to tell that I wasn't wearing a bra and slowly walked to the door. I recognized the girl immediately but couldn't figure out why. Then I looked down to our patio furniture to see her phone propped up on a table, with Whitney on FaceTime. And suddenly all the pieces came together and I screamed so loud I woke up the entire neighborhood. Whitney's sister happened to be in town, and Whitney told her to visit me and bring me gifts. IT WAS THE SURPRISE OF A LIFETIME. I've known Whitney through blogging for years (which is how I recognized her sister, since she writes about her a lot), and she is the sweetest and nicest and most delightful and encouraging person. Her emails and comments always have me either near tears or laughter, sometimes both. I want nothing more than to hang out with her someday. I've been so disillusioned with the internet and many of the people on it lately, and it was such a good reminder that a lot of good comes from the internet, too. So thank you, Whitney and Mariah! I love you both!
Once I recovered from that shock of a lifetime, G and I gussied ourselves up and drove an hour north for a tea party wedding shower. The last time I had been in the building holding the shower, I was a senior in high school and performing with show choir at a Christmas party. The shower was right during Gracie's typical nap time, so I was a bit stressed, but she was a trooper as usual. I got to catch up with some old friends, some I haven't seen since high school. I braced myself for the shower games, something I dread more than anything, and a friend of mine was thrilled as she is the self-proclaimed queen of wedding shower games. I'm pleased to say I swiftly dethroned her and won myself a fancy teacup and saucer full of Lindt truffles, which I may or may not be snacking on right now. It was a word game; I would've been ashamed of myself for life if I didn't win!
When we walked outside a few hours later to drive home, I saw black clouds barreling straight toward us. Normally I would've been thrilled, but driving in inclement weather is one of my least favorite things in the world. I changed G's diaper and got her strapped in the carseat, watching the wall of rain get closer by the second with thunder rumbling overhead. As soon as I closed my door and put my seatbelt on, the rain hit. It was insane. I drove a quarter mile down the road before I decided to pull over. The wipers were going full speed, and I still couldn't see a foot in front of the car. I pulled into the first parking lot I came to, and of course it was full of enormous propane tanks, which is probably not the safest place to be if lightning strikes. I sat a minute and eventually got back on the road. I merged onto the highway, thinking all was well, but all was not well. It rained like it's never rained before. I was TERRIFIED. I couldn't see anything. I knew I needed to pull over, but there wasn't a good spot. Lighting touched down right in front of my car, and that was all the motivation I needed to yank the steering wheel to the right while screaming my head off. I pulled over and waited out the rest of the storm. I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO SCARED IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. Poor James heard all about it as I huddled in the car on the side of the road, regaling him with my harrowing tale of survival.
As you can see, it was quite the eventful Saturday.
We went to church on Sunday, and Gracie was thrilled to be back in the nursery, playing with toys and other babies. My shy little girl is slowly turning into a social butterfly. I'm so proud of her I could cry. James and I made some important discoveries around the house. Here's a Homemaking 101 tip from me to you: take your bikes out of the dining room, and it will feel 5x bigger. Crazy how that works, isn't it? We also discovered that the baby monitor reaches the pool. So yeah, I think you can see where I'm going with that one. I'm excited to put that little piece of information to good use.
I spent Monday morning reading by the pool, and it was heavenly. The management held a big cookout in what is technically our front yard. While Gracie was down for her nap, James and I got some free food. If we're going to be stuck here another summer, we might as well enjoy it as much as we can, and I enjoyed my cupcake with the electric blue icing that turned my whole mouth blue for the rest of the day, no matter how many times I brushed my teeth. Because sugar doesn't count on holidays, I made this blueberry cobbler that my mom has been making my whole life. I also decided to frame and hang up some pictures I had been saving for our new house. I figured there's no harm in hanging them up now and enjoying them while we can, and just like the flowers outside, they're helping a lot.
Gracie has been catching up on naps today, and I've been gearing up for tomorrow: my first road trip with the babe. This will be the first of several road trips this summer, and I. am. terrified. Pray for her, pray for me, pray for us. Jesus take the wheel.