This is Mrs. Gore, coming to you LIVE once more, from, that’s right…Panera Bread.
Mr. Gore, looking studious with his navy blue cardigan and handsome with his new haircut (courtesy of yours, truly) is sitting across from me with his Elders in Congregational Life book, pen in hand, cinnamon crumb cake and Horizon Organic milk with a sippy straw nearby. We’ve really got to get this guy hooked on coffee.
And I’m just feeling quite grateful, in general, but quite specifically for you. That’s right, you, the one who takes time to bop over to Mrs. Gore’s Diary and read the words that I stay up late – or ignore my children for during the day – to type.
Gid the Kid is growing into no-nap territory…each day is a toss-up as to whether or not he will crash before the day’s end or not…but we still have him go upstairs to lay down after lunch. Today, he called me upstairs 6 or 7 times to see quite useless things – the way his racecar can flip off the bed, the pile of animals stacked precariously atop his stuffed Batman toy, the –
…excuse me, a new piping hot vat of Hazelnut was just put out…
Oh yeah. That’s some good stuff.
But where was I? Gideon. So he calls me upstairs all the time to see all kinds of random things that I have to force myself to get excited about.
And that made me think of me and you.
Hey guys, wanna see pictures of Gideon’s birthday party?
Guess what I’m thinking about right this minute, everybody?
Do you want to know what I got for Christmas? Its awesome.
And I publish it here and I share it on facebook and I pin it on Pinterest and I call my Mom and ask if she saw it and if she talked to Aunt Bea about it and what she thought and I check back a hundred times a day to see if anyone ‘liked’ it or left comments about it and how many people read and it and where they were from and what time it was when they read it.
I’m like Gideon, constantly feeling the need to share the mundane with someone who cares.
Thank you, for caring.
I need you in my life, just like Gideon needs his Mama.
This cup of coffee I’m drinking? It is totally in your honor.