My Sunday Best: Week 2

Best Thing I Saw:  A text from The Brit. On Friday afternoon, he texted me to see how I was doing and to tell me he was excited to see me when he gets back. I literally skipped to my friend's classroom so I could tell her about it. I had a solid 40 minutes to an hour where I couldn't stop smiling. I'm such a nerd! But seriously, he is ACROSS AN OCEAN. That has to be a good sign, right?

Best Thing I Did:  Get a morning workout in. Two years ago, I got up pretty often to run before school either at the gym or outside. These days though, early morning workouts are few and far between. I set my alarm, I make the plan but somehow I always talk myself out of it once the next morning comes around. It's so tough to get out of bed but I feel great all day when I can actually make myself get up and go. I'm not trying to say they are back in my schedule full time again but I would love to try to get one or two back in each week.

Best Thing I Ate:  Mint chocolate cookies. At Tina's party on Friday evening, she had made some amazing cookies. She adapted her chocolate chip recipe and used Andes mints inside instead. Oh. My. God. They were good. I think I might have eaten 5 of them throughout the night. And to be honest, I would really love to be eating some right now...

Best Thing I Watched:  My Goddaughter playing. My Goddaughter is the cutest kid ever. No, seriously, she is. I swear. And I got to see her on Saturday night and she is full of life and she's brilliant and loves to play. She talked to me about her favorite things and why I was wearing my glasses and about 543 other random things. When I tried to leave that night, she pulled her, "stay with me. I'll be so, so sad when you go..." bit. Too stinking cute.  She's 3 1/2 and I never knew I could find such insight from a a girl that age.

Best Thing I Heard:  My grandmother is doing well and will be getting out of the hospital. This situation was both the worst and best thing I heard this week. It started with the worst when I got a phone call from my Dad telling me that my mom and aunt were taking my grandmother to the ER to be check out. They were at a sewing convention in Lancaster, PA and my grandmother apparently got violently ill and could not stop throwing up. She then got very disoriented and had a "vacant" look on her face. She's 90 years old and has almost never been sick. She takes nearly no medication and to be truthful, I had a completely vacant look on my face upon hearing about all of this. She is the matriarch of the family and I have no idea what we would do without her around. Luckily, within 2 hours, she was feeling much better and heckling the nurses to let her out. They somehow managed to talk her down and keep her for blood work, brain scans and EKG's overnight. All of the tests came back completely clear and she seems to truly be back to her normal, feisty self — she was released from the hospital this morning and was home up to her normal stuff by this afternoon.

Best Thing I Read:  A post from Tina's Like Ordinary Life. Earlier this week, she texted me about some random things and we were talking back and forth for a while. Somewhere in the course of the conversation she mentioned she was a bit concerned about her upcoming post as she felt it might be a little more negative than she was hoping. I did what friends always do and told her that I was sure it would be absolutely fine. The next day when I read her post, I was floored. It was honest. It was poignant and it somehow captured exactly how I felt. It was me. Was she inside my head? Wow. The post was called Washed Out Mornings and its definitely worth the read.