I Chose to be Happy

On Friday, my act of kindness was to myself.  I know that goes against the rules, but as I made the rules, I can change them!  I chose to walk from the main campus up to the office building where my department is housed (I have an office on the main campus) instead of driving.  The walk there and back is about a mile total, which made me feel really good.  I also abstained from drinking Diet Coke even though I was in need of caffeine!

On Saturday, my act of kindness was laundry.  Our dryer had been out of commission for a couple of weeks, which meant we made due by hanging stuff up to dry and by using Nathan's parents' washer/dryer set.  On Friday, our dryer was fixed.  As in, the dryer repair man came, pushed the on button and it started.  Seriously.  Of course, every time Nathan and I tried that nothing happened.  Anyway, he cleaned some things, and went on his way.  So, I spent all of Saturday (and most of Sunday) washing, drying, and folding laundry while Nathan was as work (he was sick on Sunday) and Devon had a friend over.

On Sunday, my act of kindness was to magnify my church calling.  Nathan and I were called to teach Sunday School to the younger youth (12-14/15 yrs old).  We are responsible for teaching twice a month, but we split that so it's really on once a month each.  With Nathan home sick (stomach flu, blech), it was up to me to teach our ginormous class of teens.  I focused on the lesson both Saturday and Sunday, and then took what I had, said a prayer, and started teaching them.  It was soooo much fun, and I think they enjoyed it as well.

On Monday, I found out some surprising news.  My father remarried.  She's beautiful.  She's from the Philippines.  And she's young.  As in, younger than me.  By 12 years.  While the family members I spoke with were shocked and/or upset by the news, I laughed and simply said, "That's my dad."   To be fair, he did tell me before he left that he was going to find a bride.  I told him if she was younger than me, I wouldn't call her mom.

I chose to be happy about the situation.  And I genuinely am happy for him.  He's been divorced for 30 years, and in all that time he has never stopped looking for a wife.  I'm glad he has found one, and I pray that all works out well in his favor.  My only disappointment was that he didn't fly me to the Philippines for the wedding!