Steel Magnolias and Golden Roses

The magnolias are in bloom. Coming from Louisiana, I have a soft spot for them. My husband picked one off the tree in our front yard for me, and I spent hours drinking in its sweet citrusy smell. The rose vine in our backyard has once again produced flowers against all odds. Beautiful yellow roses with pink-tipped petals, another sign that God is my romancer. The fact that the poor, sickly vine keeps producing gorgeous blooms every year is what keeps me from cutting it down to end its misery. It's almost metaphorical.

The winds of change are in the air, and I'm testing the breeze with my finger, speculating on what it could bring. No one knows right now, all things must work themselves out in time. I guess patience is the key, but please don't pray for patience for me. I've learned that lesson, thank you. Just pray for a good outcome and clear direction.

And yes, I'm being vague on purpose. I don't want to mention too much, since it's all shooting the breeze at this point, since no steps have been taken. I don't want to spill the beans and get everyone all worked up over what very well may be nothing. And no, I'm not pregnant. Good grief, guys!!! Let's just say it's regarding something financial and leave it at that.

No progress on the bathroom so far (yet again - please do not pray for patience, I'd like to get my bathroom DONE, and patience is learned by being tested in it!). Paying for the Iz's MRI and the hubby's business trip took all the money away. Half of it we'll get back in an expense check, thankfully, but it's half the money we had set aside for it. Thankfully, Izzy's MRI came out clear, so no surgery is in her future. That's good, because I'm hoping she'll be able to say she's 26 and still has never had surgery, too. Just because I think that's kinda cool. So it's off to the at-home physical therapy and endless wearing of pink boots. At least we live in Texas.

And to top off my wandering post, both the kids are sick. I'm hoping it's just a virus, but noticing a rash on Eli about 20 minutes ago, I made a doctor's appointment for tomorrow morning for them. Please pray it's NOT the chicken pox, since my week is severely busy and I would have to cancel all sorts of plans to accomodate this. This includes many important plans this weekend, so please God, let it not be the chicken pox. And the kicker is, Bryan mentioned earlier that he's never had it. He's freakin' 32 years old and has never had the chicken pox. Bad news for him if it ends up being chicken pox, and for me, since I'll be the one taking care of all of them.

I'm tired already. Is the day over yet???