As I posted yesterday we got rain!
Tropical Storm Nicole dumped on us...
big time. Our area received about seven
inches. The storms just kept training up
across central Lancaster County.
This was the second time this week that
something that may have seemed an
inconvenience was actually very helpful
to me. The first being the cold. It
guaranteed that I did not feel up to
going anywhere or doing anything so
it made it easier to buckle down and
finish my continuing ed on the computer.
My neighbor, Ellen, was just getting over
a cold as well so she didn't mind coming
to proctor my exams.
By Wednesday evening I
was an emotional puddle.
Overwhelmed at all that needs to be done
around here and emotionally played out
after our afternoon in Hershey. That was
our first visit with a Nutritionist for Chelsea.
We like her, a lot....but, oh, the work ahead
of us. We have gotten very lazy about planning
ahead when it comes to meals
and eating together during the day.
That has to change....so on Wednesday evening
it all came crashing in. I knew that I have many
candle orders to prep for, a house to prepare
for Bible Study tonight, and at that point a class
to prepare for our Homeschool co-op. It was
more than I felt capable of completing.
Well, along came the rain.
It came in huge buckets.
It flooded our streets and many basements.
I am sorry for those families.
But....God provided a respite for me
in that storm. You see, in the early
morning yesterday Mom had called
and offered me her car for co-op so
that Warren could drive the van rather
than his small Miata. Good thing....he
would have gotten stuck or not been able
to get there in the little car. Our co-op
ended up canceling and I never got Mom's
car. Leaving me....
The kids wanted to go here and there.
It was a blessing!
Finally, last evening we walked to Mom's
for our family dinner. Meatloaf, mashed
potatoes, creamed corn....
a true comfort meal.
We enjoyed it so much.
We finished eating and the kiddos headed
home in a break in the storm. Warren and
I stayed to chat. Then the rain came again.
In a big way. Warren was so very, very
sweet. When we saw that it was not going
to stop anytime soon he walked back to our
house, got the car and came for me.
Not only that, he backed the car into the driveway
to position the passenger door exactly at the bottom
of the porch steps.
Isn't that chivalrous?
It really is not that far between our
houses....but Warren insisted and
left to get the car as Mom and I finished chatting.
It is in their caring for us so sweetly that our love grows
and grows for our husbands, right ladies?
If Warren ever brings me flowers I will get
suspicious....Peanut M&M's are a different story....
but he shows me every day, in so many ways
that I am loved. He takes wonderful care of
our entire family.
You have proved, once again,
that Chivalry is not dead!