Well, well, well.. today was awfully eventful!
Got up early (earlier than I'd obviously like) to go to some Farmer's Markets. The Shawnee, Overland Park and downtown ones to be exact. I'd never been to City Market, so that was amazing. Rob's grandparents met me on the plaza and took me down there with them. Just rows and rows and rows and tables and tables and tables of fruit, veggies and crafts. I was so impressed. If I were more of a morning person I'd probably make it a habit to get up and go to them every weekend.
After that I came home to shower and take a nap.. hey, I was exhausted. But once I was awake again, it was off to my parents for a T-Bones game. Which was a total blast. My family managed to get some amazing suite tickets from someone we know. So we sat outside at some tables in the shade with the wind blowing into a bit of a chill.. drinking beer, snacking on ballpark food and laughing at all the stories being passed between the group of neighbors that was assembled together for the evening. The T-Bones lost.. but we still got to watch an amazing firework show dedicated to our heroes. (Take a random stab at who mine is.. ;) )
Such a nice day.. and totally worth being a bit sleep deprived. :)
Want to leave yall with this amazing story:
Making of a Military Wife
Submitted by: MilitaryMommaAuthor: Unknown
When the good Lord was creating Wives, he was into his sixth day of overtime.
An angel appeared and said, "You're having a lot of trouble with this one. What's wrong with the standard model?"
And the Lord replied, "Have you seen the specs on this order? She has to be completely independent, but must be sponsored to get on post; have the qualities of both father and mother during deployments; be a perfect hostess to 4 or 40; run on black coffee; handle emergencies without a manual; be able to handle flu, birthdays and moves around the world; have a kiss that can cure anything from a child's torn Valentine to a husband's weary day; have the patience of a saint when waiting for the Unit to return home; and have six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her hand slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands... no way!"
And the Lord answered, "Don't worry, we'll make other military wives to help. Besides it's not the hands that are causing the problem, it's the heart. It must swell with pride in her husband, sustain the ache of separations, beat on soundly when it's too tired to do so and be large enough to say, "I Understand" when she doesn't, and 'I love you' regardless."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve gently. "Come to bed... finish this tomorrow!"
"I can't," said the Lord. "I'm so close to creating something unique. Already I have one who heals herself when she's sick, can feed three unexpected guests who are stuck in the area due to bad weather, and can wave good-bye to her husband, from a pier, off a runway and understand that it is important to his country that he leaves."
The angel circled the model of the military wife very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough," said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this woman can do or endure."
"Can it think?"
"Can it think? It can convert 1400 to 2 p.m."
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's it for?" asked the angel.
"It's for joy. Sadness. Disappointment. Pain, loneliness and pride!"
"You are a genius," sighed the angel.
The Lord looked somber and replied, "I didn't put it there."