if you know me, you know i have very vivid dreams almost nightly. for the most part they're happy dreams. i dream several times a week about you kids. that you're here in america to visit (i haven't dreamed you're here to stay just yet...) and that we get to spend a lot of time together. i dream that i'm in africa visiting you. usually my visit is a surprise, and your reactions are priceless!
my brain was in worry mode last night up until bedtime. just worried about timing, about our I-600 approval that we're waiting for, about your hearts and heads and bodies on the other side of the ocean. worried that the people building your new bunk bed did not find the right color of navy blue paint to compliment the jacobean stain of the two-tone color i want and why haven't i heard from them in a while and did they take our money and run? worried because our USCIS officer has not called me back since she told me she'd review our case that same day and call me the next day. worried that she sounded a bit uninformed regarding our case and is that normal? a bad sign? a good sign? why won't she call me back?!
i even got smoked in one of my fantasy football leagues this weekend...and it didn't really bother me. hmmm...
the sad thing is i've been smacked upside the head with so many blessings lately. i guess last night i just selfishly decided to dwell on the few things that aren't going perfectly the way i planned and forget to give thanks for the many, many things that out of the blue ARE going so well.
for example, me and dad have been having an ongoing disagreement about something really, really seriously, life-impactingly important. minivan vs. suburban. he thinks if we get a family vehicle it should be a minivan. (i bet he wouldn't feel that way if HE had to drive it.) i adamantly refuse. see, when i was about 14 years old, i got together with your Aunties Val and Al and our cousins Leigh Anne and Brenn, and we all agreed to a list of about 10 rules. i don't remember the other 9, but the one i do remember was NO MINIVANS. we grew up with Suburbans. always. i'm a Texas girl, and i don't do minivans. i do Tahoes and SUV's and Suburbans, but i do not do minivans.
so our dear Uncle Rick was in town this past weekend, and he so graciously offered us a FREE hand-me-down family vehicle for when you kids get home. what vehicle, you might ask? check out this monster on wheels:
she's a 2005, 4x4, Diesel powered Ford Excursion. i feel like i could take on the Afghanistan desert in this thing, and i absolutely love it. i cannot wait to cruise around town with my gorgeous black children in tow.
so, needless to say i win because FREE always wins. so, thank you Uncle Rick for our future new family wheels. i look forward to the day where we can park our diesel truck next to our Nissan Leaf in the driveway. a true American family!
all that to say, we have had the pants blessed off of us. some nights i succumb to worry and negativity, and my dreams are very good at reflecting that. but today is a shiny new day with a new mindset and new things. maybe we'll get a call this week telling us our case is officially going to the embassy. you never know!
i love you and i miss you,
mom
