First things first– we did not get the house, and I’m really bummed and weepy and heartbroken, so I’m going to talk about other things right now to get my mind off of it…
Chris, Ezra, and I went to the Summer Starbright Concert Series last night in Nichols Hills Plaza to see Judson Lane play. It’s this great little outdoor venu right next door to Starbucks, and it was so much fun! (for all you OKCers, I’m playing there on July 13th with Shannon Horn- come on down!) Last night, there was this guy there who is an amazing street performer, and he happened to have his bag of goodies with him- so he was juggling and doing cool magic tricks and Ezra was OBSESSED with him and played with him pretty much the whole time we were there. Cute. Chris did Ezra’s hair all fancy while Ezra chomped on ice and threw our keys around. By the end of the evening, I had received 1,267 mosquito bites and discovered that my purse had been resting on a wasp’s nest for a good portion of the evening…and yet despite all of that, fun was had by all.
Earlier, I was crying, and Ezra came into the room where I was with a very concerned look on his face. I got down to his level, and he ran up to me and hugged me HUGE and laid his little head down on my shoulder. My heart melted in my chest. He started to mimic the noises I was making (*sniffle sniflle, whimper whimper*), and within seconds I was laughing my face off. This kid is kindof fantastic.
We just got back from playgroup, and it was really great to be around such amazing women who can sympathize with my disappointment while still reminding me that this all was for the best and that God really does know what He’s doing. (that, and Ezra got to run off some of that excess energy, so now he’s sleeping like a brick. yesssss.)
So for now, I’m trying to resist the fudge cookies in the kitchen cupboard that are screaming my name, and I may have accidentally slipped “How to Lose A Guy in 10 Days” into the DVD player, but I swear I’m barely watching it and I haven’t even eaten a SINGLE bite of ice-cream…
…because there wasn’t any in the freezer.
(see, debra? our fail-proof plan has gone down in flames!! No house AND no ice-cream. Woe is me!)