Thursday, September 4, 2008

Signs, Signs, EVERYWHERE There's Signs.

Our new church, in our new town, in our new state, in our new time zone had Movie Night last night for Pre K - 5th grade. I was was so all over that. I packed my kids up early and practiced going over with Baby Twerp 8,421 times..."You are 4. You ARE 4. YOU are 4!"

And he would look back at me with those innocent eyes and smile as he said, "No momma...I's am free."

No. NO. I needed him to be FOUR! Then it would be life free babysitting for ALL three twerps. At the end of the day I had a wave of conscientiousness wash over my soul, and I would not make my three-year-old lie about his age. I hate it when that happens.

So, we dropped 66.6% of the twerps off and IJ, Baby Twerp and myself went out of a little grub. Country Girl was in charge of the cuisine choice...anyone wanna guess what she chose?Hot Mexican. We went to this divine new-to-us restaurant that had a FABULOUS Mariachi band. And by fabulous...I mean for-real seriously good. Like really. And they sang to me...and...and are you ready for the kicker...his name was....
Jose! Coincidence that his name is the EXACT same name as my former cabana boy whom I miss more than words can say? I think NOT. This is a sign. A sign I tell you! Coincidence that sign and sing are just one letter move apart? I think NOT. What more does a person need. It is destiny. I need a pool and a cabana boy TOMORROW. Every sign in the universe is pointing in that direction.
I could not convince these two however. They do not have ears to hear. I think it was all that loud music. Sheesh.

3 comments:

goooooood girl said...

Very fine......

Hope4Grace said...

I tried that same thing at Disneyland and Duchess totally ratted me out.......sigh

The Kelso-Winter Family said...

no way! MY cabana boy's name is Jose.. well, he's my 2nd one. Jorge was my first....he taught me how to love..what it's of...what it's of.. or was that "feeeelings...nothing more than feeeelings..."