Teresa's Ponderings

Today was a beautiful day! Not only was the weather incredible, but it is Easter, my favorite holiday. Without Easter life has no meaning, but that's a topic for another blog post. The majority of our day was spent outside. We put an old comforter out on the front lawn and basked in the sunlight and warmth. The kids wrote stories, rode bikes, ran in circles and threw a Frisbee throughout the afternoon. I sat and watched them with a joyful heart and complete contentment. And then I had a moment. As I watched my children play, I had an overwhelming feeling that something was missing. Well, not something, someone. I watched the kids and someone was missing. I counted: 1, 2, 3, 4..... yep, all there, and yet, somehow, it didn't seem right. Someone was missing. I expressed this thought out loud and Emily, in her typical poking way, replied that someone was indeed missing; a 3 year old Ugandan. I laughed because since her return to the US she has been pretty sure we need ...

The following is a true story, written by someone that should have known better. Saturday morning I ran the farthest distance I have run consecutively to date; 11 miles. I was pumped. I came home and jumped on the scale because I love seeing the number dip below my actual weight after a run. It gives me hope that one day that will be my actual weight. Except Saturday, the number wasn't low. It was 4 lbs heavier than my last recorded weight. Not cool. I just assumed it was an off day and waited to weigh myself on Sunday at the appointed time I usually weigh myself. Sadly, the numbers revealed I now weighed FIVE pounds heavier than my last recorded weight. Really. Not. Cool. So I did what most women do when they get bad news. I ate. I ate and I ate and I ate and I ate. Then we went on an 11 1/2 mile bike ride to town and back. NOW, things would be better. Monday I got on the scale and sure enough... still 5 lbs up. So I ate. Monday through Wednesday I found my...