Time for the lowdown.
My "other son," Taylor Dee was voted yesterday as First Team All State Linebacker AND Defensive Player of the Year for Division 2A. For all of Missouri. Hopefully that will earn him a college scholarship...somewhere...anywhere! Woo hoo, T! So proud of you.
I went to SIX high school basketball games in FIVE days. Yes, my butt is sore.
I'm doing all my Christmas shopping online because salespeople are pushy and annoying. If I want to sample the latest perfume or join the 3 for 5 bra and panty club, I promise I will hunt you down. Leave me alone, people!
So yes, everyone's presents this year will be from something dot com.
Since Eric can't play basketball with his team, you'd better believe we're going to take advantage of the situation and go to California to be with our family for Christmas. December 23rd - 30th. Can't wait. I guess that was God's plan for us.
Speaking of God's plan, which I believe in with all my heart, my dad told Eric this story a few days ago to help him feel better about his injury and not being able to play:
In the winter of 1966, when Gary was 4 years old and I was 2, my dad had just had his best year ever with the Dodgers, and because of that he was about to take over Sandy Koufax's spot in the pitching rotation. Still a kid himself, at 22, he was out playing basketball for fun and ended up hurting his knee. Like Eric, he was mad and upset. He thought, how could this happen now, when he was doing so well.
In the middle of the night one night he rolled over in bed and his knee hurt him so bad that it woke him up. He smelled smoke. Our house was completely engulfed in flames. The bedroom door was on fire. My mom was coughing because of the smoke. They had to crawl on the floor to get us out of our rooms.
My dad is absolutely positive that had he not hurt his knee and woken up from the pain, we all would have died. His point to Eric was that God has a plan and orchestrates everything that happens in our lives. Sometimes we don't understand why things happen, especially when it's something bad, but He uses all of it for our good. Somehow. Someway. He does everything because He loves us. And it's awesome when we're able to look back on something sad, devastating, hurtful or tragic, and see the good that came out of it in end. Sometimes, though, we're never able to see or understand why things happen, but we just have to have faith that He knows what's best for us. And that I truly believe.
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