So, Max Lucado happened by today.
Well okay, sort of. I mean, he did happen by, but I wasn't there to see him. It was at the airport. At Carl's ticket counter. And I was ecstatic to hear this news.
"Whaa??? Max Lucado was at your ticket counter?"
"Yes. I didn't know who he was at first. Only that he was an author because I heard a coworker say so."
"Did you see him?"
"Uh huh."
"And did you come to realize who he was?"
"Uh huh."
"And..." (crescendo toward the big moment)"...did you let him know he's one of my most favorite Christian authors of all time?"
"Um,...no."
Toni adjusts knickers after getting them all in a twist.
"You mean, you didn't let him know what a huge fan I am?"
(struggling to draw breath while trying to pry Toni's hands from his wind pipe) "Nnnn-no."
"Oh. my. goodness. You know I have a g'zillion books of his. And you know I've read You Are Special to the kids at least a b'zillion times. And that story is one of my very favorites in the whole world to give another child as a gift. And...."
(cutting me off before I hyperventilate and pass out) "Hey! I scored you a Lisa Whelchel book when she flew out, didn't I?"
(swallows a tidbit of humble pie) "Oh yeah. I forgot."
And other meanderings I've wanted to share but have just been too crazy busy to get to:
-I was admiring a home for sale, so much so that I had a lil' faux paux. I um, took out a mailbox with the side of my van. Swell.
-I get to meet another Internet friend in two more days. This time, it's a long time adoptive mom friend from Cincinnati. We've communicated for years about adoption, our faith, and just life in general. It's high time we met and so, on Friday we're meeting half way between where we live. Can't wait.
And from the kiddie corner:
-Reece had AWANA tonight. He just turned 6 last week (yes, we had to brave the Big Rat and his house of Gouda again. Joy!) Anyway, he wanted to be all "big boy" tonight.
"I want to walk into class myself tonight, okay, mom?"
Me, sadly, "Okay, honey. I'll see you after class."
"Alright, mom," then flashing a broad smile and hesitating just a little,
"but....one thing first."
"What, sweetie?"
Tapping his lips ever so gently, "A little kiss."
I bent down and he gave me a sweet kiss before hurrying off into class. Does that boy know the way to his momma's heart or what?
-Olivia drooled over a stuffed dog that Carl won in a crane game. He won it as joke for me because I want a "foo foo dog" (a.k.a a Yorkie), but he'll have nothing of it. So, he won me a dog. And he couldn't give it to one of the kids because, well, there was only one and you know how diplomatic kids can be (rolls eyes).
Well, Olivia badgered me relentlessly about the stuffed dog.
"Can I have it, mom?"
"Sorry, honey. Daddy won it for me."
"When you're done with it, can I have it?"
"No, there's only one and the others would want it as well."
"Can he win me one next time?"
"Gee, I dunno. He doesn't play those games very often."
"When you pack it for Goodwill, can I have it?"
"Honey, let's not talk about the little dog anymore, k? It's just a little crane game prize and Daddy really only won it to try to be funny with mommy."
Ignoring the last comment (and all the comments prior), "When you're about to die, can I have it?"
OY VEY!
Toni
11 comments:
Several years ago the boys wanted to go through everything in the house with post-it notes so we could label who gets what when I die. Sure made me feel wanted. :-)
Judy
You know, I once wrote a letter to Max Lucado asking him some questions, and received a genuine reply typed and signed by him personally. And can you believe I don't know what ever happened to that letter?
Anyhow, I was raised in the Church of Christ, and I wanted to know why his ideas seemed so different than the narrow-minded way I was raised (for instance, instrumental music is used in his church, at least on Sunday nights). He reminded me that each C of C congregation is autonomous, and answers to no one but God. Or something like that.
Truer words were never spoken than "Kids say the darndest things"!
Did you come out of the "house of Gouda" with any funny stories like you did last time?
One time, Sarah and I were driving down a road thatI had driven down a billion million cajillion times and I took out a mailbox with the passenger side mirror. The mirror was left dangling by wires. Sarah never cracked a smile. She just looked over at me and said, "I guess they were right." Me-"Right about what?!?" "Objects in mirror ARE closer than they appear to be."
Toni,
That last little gem with the conversation with Olivia was soo funny! Tell Olivia that when you die, I'll come over and make sure she gets the little dog. That might satisfy her.
Have fun with your internet friend. When I went outside today, it was COLD. At least 50 degrees. Like you always say, Oy Vey!
Oh, and I hope the bruises around Carl's neck are gone by Sunday so that people don't think he's the victim of spousal abuse! (Just a little something to think about.)
Oh those stories are all TOO funny! When we lived in Pittsburgh, my hubby saw Ben Rothlisberger at the clinic where he worked. I said, "Did you SAY anything to him?" And he said no, that he didn't want to bother him. I was so excited that he had actually ben in the same room with Big Ben that who KNOWS what I would have said or done if I had seen him in person. (sigh) Alas, my starstruck moments don't always involve someone so, um, noble as ML...
Oh, and we are headed to the house of gouda tonight for a soccer party...I'll be thinking of you! :)
Lucy - your daughter is hilarious! And Toni - woops...yes, faux pas, yes. House was probably pret-ty nice!
pone,
I know where Olivia can get a Chocolate Cheese!!! Right now he's forcing his head in my lap wanting attention. It's not enough that I worked 11 hours today, now he wants to play for a couple hours...So much for rest.
I would have flipped if me hubby came that close to Max too. But he's a big fan and would have done his own flipping out. Of course in a very calm and dignified way. : )
Cute kiddo stories!!!
I'm so sorry about your heater!
Brrrrrr!
Have a blessed and hopefully warm weekend!
Becky
You gotta be kidding me! No way!
So, I can only assume Carl did not tell Max how much I admire him too :)
Oh, wait, Carl don't know me... OK, he's forgiven :)
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