I don't really have much to write about, but I hadn't written in a while, so I figured I would. Not that anyone really reads this, but I guess I'm just writing for the fun of it so it doesn't really matter. I do have to tell you that I have found myself completely obsessed with the movie Pitch Perfect. It just makes me laugh! My friend Taylor came over this morning and watched it with my dad and me. SO MUCH FUN! Taylor's laugh alone makes it fun to watch the movie. I just think that Anna Kendrick is the perfect touch of sarcasm and that Rebul Wilson is delightfully and (sometimes) inappropriately humorous and that Skylar Astin is just a cutie. And they are all so stinking talented. Wouldn't it be so much fun if we could randomly break into accapella goodness? The closest I've ever gotten to that is when I was in college. "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz came on over the speakers at the coffee shop on campus and everyone (literally) started either mouthing it or singing it softly as soon as it came on. I just chuckled as I watched it all happen.
I worked on Christmas. All Christmas Eve day, I was dreading being at the hospital that day. It took a lot of Jesus telling me, "Christmas isn't about being with your family," for me to get over being a complete Scrooge. I put on my reindeer antlers headband and my blue scrubs and went to work. I drew ornaments on our assignment board so we would at least feel somewhat Christmas-y yesterday. One of our kiddos was in the PICU yesterday, and he is (obviously) really sick. I ran into his momma, and I got the wonderful opportunity to pray with her. She is the epitome of a Godly woman and good mom. I think she encourages the nursing staff more than we could ever encourage her, and it's not even our child that is sick. It's amazing to me how God empowers those who trust in Him. It should be no surprise to me about how much peace and composure she has.
My dad came to my house last night. It was so good to see him on Christmas. He's been trying to tame the wild beast, aka my corgi Matilda. That hasn't gone so well. She's a one year old heathen. That's all I have to say about her. She needs intense training. Like doggy bootcamp or something. Seriously. Anywho, that's about all I have. Merry (late) Christmas and happy new year!
