One Day at a Time

Today was a Saturday at it's best.

It started with a shopping trip, and you'll be proud of me- I spent $0. But I did have some bonding time with this lady:

And this one:

We should have gone to Café Rio, but since we're all poor, and since Darian has much more resistance than I do, we went to Legend's instead. Which convinced me to bring them both home someday so I can show them what real barbecue--and, let's be real, here. Real MAC AND CHEESE...tastes like.



Condolences to a good friend who lost his Dad today; losing someone is never, ever easy, but it's especially hard when it's someone close.

Dear Alex:

Sometimes, I think I'm a much more eloquent writer than a speaker; I think I do really well in helping people out but sometimes, I have a hard time knowing just what to say in hard situations. The other upside to written words is that, whereas something spoken is heard once and then left behind, written words have the capacity to last forever.

This is a hard time in your life. It's a day that everyone must have at some point, but one that came without any warning for you--it's at junctures like this where that whole Mufasa thing comes into play: Life isn't fair. It kicks you down on the ground and steps on you, and keeps stepping on you until you can find it within yourself to get back up again.

I love you, and you have many other friends that love you, and your family loves you; I want you to know that you can rely on us in these next few weeks as you pick yourself back up. Your Dad loves you, Alex. When we die, we don't take a lot with us; we leave behind our bodies, our material possessions--but love never dies. Rely on him. Rely on your music; you are so gifted that way--and rely on yourself. Because the Alex I know is a pretty good, strong man.

I don't know who Danielle Redfield is, but hers was my favorite quote from my Google search: "Friends," she says, "are God's way of taking care of us."