Chicago, Angels, Heros, Love

Ohmigosh, what a day... It started out horribly but ended quite well actually.

I started this morning off by having my friend bail on me for babysitting (again) and I was pissed b/c I have a few things to take care of downtown and need to get them done ASAP but I can't imagine taking my kids down to Vancouver by myself, one maybe, but not both. So I ended up doing my backup plan and went to get my passport photos taken (which I was planning on doing today anyways, but wanted to get other things done along with it.) So I gather up the kids, and my purse and all their junk and head to the busstop where they finally moved it back :) Yay for that. Anyways, I stop by the bookstore and pick up I love you Ronnie by Nancy Reagan, which is a compilation of letters written by Ronald Reagan to her during their 50+ years of marriage. It was suggested to me by my Hero, when we first started talking, and I finally remembered that it had probably come in. I was thrilled to get my copy and then headed up to the post office to get my passport photos taken and get an envelope. From there, things got worse.

Lily and Jax had decided that bugging eachother and screaming would be fun, while I sat in the chair getting the worst picture ever taken. I finally got them done and went to swipe my debit card (which had enough money to pay for the pictures 20x over) and it responded that my pin was invalid. My pin has been my pin for six years, and I knew it should have worked, meanwhile the kids were bugging eachother and the cashier is demanding payment but I had no cash available to me, other than my debit. I started having a mild panic attack, completely overwhelmed by the situation and my kids, when two angels disguised as old women came up and one took the liberty of calming both kids and the other came over and paid for my passport photos and gave me hugs, both told me they'd been in my shoes and knew that when it came down to it, a little help goes a long way. They were angels, I swear, because while I had tears streaming down my face, they told me that I was an angel. They asked me about the father of my kids, and I told them he lived far away, they asked me if I had a boyfriend and I shook my head 'no'. Because as of now, I don't. Leaving me, they gave me hugs again and told me that God would be there for me, and I touched the cross my Dad gave me. (One thing I will say about all this pain is that my faith in something better has been reaffirmed and since then, small miracles have begun to occur.)

After leaving there, I headed to the bank, where they apologized and said they didn't know what happened. Needless to say I pulled out some cash, just in case it happens again. I don't want to be in that position twise. After that, I headed home on the bus, where I had the coolest bus driver on the entire route, who I teasingly sang "Hey, Mr. Bus Driver, Sing me a song!" And, guess what, he did! He sang a chorus of the wheels on the bus and I laughed. Sometimes it's the small things. Anyways, I finally get home, feed the kids lunch and they took a nap. During their nap, I pulled out my new book and started to read.

This book is by far one of the best I have ever read, and since it's based on a real-life love, an epic love and suggested to me by the guy I am dying to see in July, it has been making me think. I read about half of it, before forcing myself to put it down, in order to get some things organized for the Garage sale on saturday. Then I made dinner and watched the Blackhawks take the cup away from the Flyers (YIPPEE!!!)... I talked to my best friend in the world during this and she listened to me scream and yell at my computer (I found a live stream at cbc.ca) and laughed and cheered when I was happy with the results. 4-3 Chicago... Suck on it, Flyers fans.

After that and during that, I knitted 2 feet of a scarf I'm including into the carepackage for my Hero, he is going to be deployed to the mountain region of Afghanistan, where it will get cold and he seems like the type of guy who will find my absolute cheesiness sweet. In fact, I hinted at it and he "awed" me. Haha... We ended up talking for over an hour and a half tonight, about everything. Zombies, sporking, politics, sports (His favorite teams are Chicago ones, so he was quite stoked about the win as I was), books, movies, dreams, July... He says he is just as nervous as me, but I doubt it. How could he be? He's everything and I'm not quite there yet. I'm definately working on it though, and can't wait to get the hell out of here, but I am glad to know that I will make some new memories with an incredible guy come July...

When we finally got off the phone, I was yawning but the need to write this down and tell about today was really important. I believe in God again, I believe that he answered my prayers and is doing so. I believe that love exists in the truest forms, because of this book, suggested by a man in the Army, for me to read, is the most proof postive that it exists. And to know that he believes in exactly that kind of love makes me even more hopeful for a future between us. Of course, he doesn't know this. I'm not brave enough to tell him, but I think he'll know, he'll see it and unlike my last relationship, I have no fear that he would let me wonder his feelings. Already he doesn't... We make no promises other than to talk and text and July and his carepackage, and I'm desperately waiting for his letter to arrive, to see what it says. I can't wait to read it and write him back.

Well, I'm off to bed to read more of this book and I'm putting in a romantic movie to dream about love and all that might (I pray) be in store for me, come July... God willing, it will...

With all the hope in the world,
Leah

PS. CONGRATS BLACKHAWKS!!!!