i had sweaty hands, a nervous belly, and darting eyes all during service. i kept waiting for my number to flash in the corner display, calling me to a screaming little baby who could only be comforted by his mother. but service ended, and nothing happened, and when i all but ran to the nursery room to get little mo, he was just laying there, like nothing, sucking on a plastic donut. he barely cracked a little smile when i arrived. i asked the lady watching him if he had cried, and she said, "no, he was just fine the whole time." and i just thought, really? he didn't cry at all? like even a little bit? are you sure? wow.
just when you think you know a person.
also, along these same lines, i just got word last night that my dad bought a brand new toyota camry. he's never bought a new car in my whole life! that's 32 years, friend. and a camry! a new one! he has car payments!! it's still kind of rocking my world. i mean, i know he deserves it, and i'm happy for him... but really, that's not like my dad at all. wow.
love,
mutter
oh good job Mo!
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