Sunday: Nathan, Bryan (my 17 year old cousin who lives with us), and I were all under the weather, but I made brownies for the family even though I really wanted to be in bed.
Monday (Christmas Eve): I had to finish some last minute Christmas shopping, so I headed into town to go to Walmart and the Dollar Tree. At the Dollar Tree, I put three dollar bills (all the cash I had) in various places in the toy aisle. I hope either an eager child found them or a needy parent.
Tuesday (Christmas): My act of kindness seems silly, but the three of us wore our new pajamas all day, even to the movie theater. We made a lot of people smile, and I really hope that next year, more people will do the same!
Wednesday: Nathan and I started our day out with plans to drive to California to pick up our three younger boys, but the weather (huge snow storm) kept us from doing that. Still, on our way out, I made sure that Nathan had a Mt.Dew in the car to start his morning of driving.
Thursday: Today my act of kindness was supposed to be gifting the boys Grandparents with some homemade gifts (Sugar scrub and Vanilla extract), but that will have to be postponed until Saturday when we pick up the boys. I have to say that today I have been receiving more kindness than anything. I've spent the day in bed watching Downton Abbey with Nathan, eating crackers and cheese, drinking milk, and napping with the cats while Nathan took care of finding Sasha a new home today. Letting her go has been a difficult decision for me, and I knew that if I even saw her today I wouldn't be able to let her go. And she needs to go. She needs a family that has more time and space for her. She needs a job (she's a sheepdog), and she needs a place to run around. We can't give her that. So today, I am giving her a chance at a better life even though it saddens me to do so. I suppose that is my act of kindness. Putting my silly, beautiful dog first. And Nathan's act of kindness is to shield me from the hurt that results from it as much as possible.
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