If you're a fan of the Hands on a Hard Body documentary, you may appreciate me saying that this weekend has been full of human drama. And that's drama like Alabama, not drama like mama.
First of all, little Mr. Coy got to go home from the hospital on Friday! Born at just 23 weeks, his precious life is miracle upon miracle. His due date is not even until March 25 or so, so it is beyond amazing that he is home right now. Praise our glorious God who is capable of anything!
Second, our sweet friend Jane Bridgwater got married last night. If you saw Jane you would probably think she was a fashion model, so I don't need to tell you how unbelievably beautiful she was as a bride. Oh my goodness. Her brother-in-law did the ceremony and the whole thing was very personal and passionate. It was one of the neatest ceremonies I've ever been to.
Third, Curtis is finally home from Honduras. He was the main cause of the human drama. Do I need to get into how ready both Jackson and I were to see him? I didn't think so. During the wedding I received a text message (don't panic, it was on vibrate) from Curt saying they had missed their flight in Miami. I received another message simultaneously from Janelle saying that they were spending the night in the airport. Dang it and bless their hearts. If that wasn't dramatic enough, Mom, Jackson and I were packed and ready to head back home to Irving at some point during the wedding reception. We would get home at 1:00 a.m., but this was necessary since today was going to be our last Sunday at our church. It looked like we wouldn't need to drive after all since Curt probably wouldn't make it home in time for church. DANG IT.
I couldn't get my husband on the phone (he was having lots of human drama at the airline counter), so I called Janelle. She told me that Curt had gotten all the parents of little kids on a red-eye flight last night. He actually had a chance to get on it himself, but he stayed with the rest of the group like a responsible leader. I felt proud of him but I also felt torn because there were lots of people I wanted to hug and say goodbye to at church. Torn might not be the right word. Distressed is more like it. And discombobulated.
Right after I got off the phone, a sweet lady came up to me and said, "Hi, Amanda! How are you? It's good to see you!" Y'all, please feel this deeply with me. All I could get out of my mouth was this: "How are you? How do I know you?" Yes, I did. YES, I DID! As soon as she told me her name I knew who she was, but I am such an idiot! Who says that? Luckily, she had seen me in my distressful phone call with Janelle and she sensed that I wasn't right.
Only five minutes later I was having another conversation when a lady I do know came up to me and said, "Congratulations!" This time? Well, I am not pregnant and I've not won a contest, so all I could think to say was, "What are you congratulating me for?" Yes, I did! When did I lose the simple skill of conversation? Seriously! I did explain to her that when I got my hair cut on Friday, the stylist congratulated me and then asked if I had been nervous at the wedding. It took me a minute, but I realized she had me confused with my sister who had just gotten married. So...just...bless my heart. I will explain the reason for her congratulations on another day, but this is all the drama I can deal with for now.
After that little episode, I tracked down my mom and explained that we needed to leave immediately because I was in no shape to be speaking to anyone. If the Moore's wanted to keep their good name, they needed to escort their daughter home immediately.
From there we went to Pappasito's and picked up some fajitas to go. I went inside, cash in hand, and headed straight for the bar. "Bartender, I've had a rough night, and I need a cherry coke to go." Y'all, she proceeded to accidentally dump a whole entire jar of cherries into my coke and it was so funny! She couldn't even put the lid on it.
When I finally talked to Curt, I found out that the airline had put the whole team up in a hotel. Curt even had his own room, so we were able to talk for a long time and catch each other up on things. We decided that Jackson and I should leave at 6 a.m. and try to make it in time for the contemporary service.
We left long before dawn and arrived just in time at our house. There were two interesting discoveries upon arrival. The grass was about 12 inches high and one of our neighbors had put a rainbow flag on their porch. It was gone by the time church let out, so I don't know if someone hung it there to be mean or if it was supposed to have been there.
It was a great Sunday to end on. We sat on our regular row next to Janelle and Heath, like everything was normal. Since it was Palm Sunday, we got to hear the children and the adult choirs sing as well as Jared and Amber and the worship team. Pastor John invited us on stage and gave Curt a Home Depot gift card and me a Pottery Barn gift card. Nice! At the end of the service we shared communion with our church family for the last time. Curt dropped his wafer on the floor and that may or may not have qualified him as having taken the Lord's Supper in an unworthy manner. If he gets sick or "falls asleep", we'll know why.
Afterward, Curt and I stood in the choir room and people came in to say goodbye and give hugs. When Mrs. Beverly came through the line, I lost it and never got it back. Then it was all of our students. They are such an awesome group. I regret that I won't be here to see them all graduate and go off into the world. Some of my friends from bunco came through next. Those girls have been a blast. Then we said goodbye to Tobey and Cassi and Amber and Titus. It stung my heart to know that I won't see those little boys turn in to big boys. After that, we went to get Jackson in the nursery and I could not hold myself together. Ella and Jackson were playing in their class together. All the main preschool staff was still there and we got to give them hugs. I wish I could have accurately expressed how much we appreciate their ministry to us, but all I could do was cry. I'm tearing up again!
Then we walked home and said goodbye to Pastor Wayne and Mrs. JoAnn as we passed their car. Jackson was all smiles for Mrs. JoAnn. She and Wayne would like us to leave Jackson with them. So then I cried the rest of the way home. I cried for my cute little house that may or may not still be there in a year. We are under contract with the developer but we don't know if he's moving a family into our house or tearing it down. I guess it's good not to know.
Tonight we had our last dinner at Double Dave's. Heath, Janelle and Ella met us there. We had a good time and then we went to their house to visit in peace while the Tods played. I got to see Janelle's Honduras pictures and hear all the crazy stories from the trip. It made me wish I had gone, but then I saw a picture of the toilet they had to use in one particular village and the feeling passed.
Tomorrow Curt and I are going to organize the house and throw away everything that we don't want to take to our new home. Then Tuesday the packers come. Wednesday they load the truck and the Jones family will drive off into the beautiful North Texas sunset.