Yesterday Dustin purchased our Bulls tickets.
He had to rush off to work, so we really didn't get to talk about it.
About an hour later I got two text messages in a row.
The first: "Cory (a friend from work) is going to lend me his Bulls jersey to wear at the game."
The second: "And I can wear my Bulls hat with it and be all geeked out:-)"
My heart smiled.
Life is so serious around here sometimes. Dustin works hard to pay the bills that pile up, struggles watching his wife suffer at times, takes care of a lot around the house that shouldn't necessarily be in his job description.
It doesn't leave a whole lot for extras.
Certainly not time for much of the little kid excitement he has for this next week.
I am thrilled that we get to do this and for those of you who made it possible.
Would you pray for the first of next week?
I don't want to let fear rule me, but it is lurking around the corner.
What if I have a shoulder ache, a muscle spasm, a hip pain that makes doing anything else an impossibility?
I know he would be completely understanding, but I don't want to ruin the weekend for us, because, frankly, I think I'm just as excited to see him there as he is to be at the game. :-)
PS In case you are wondering, I will not be in a Bulls jersey or a baseball cap. :-)