Sunday, October 16, 2011


So. I completely spaced posting tonight (technically, last night). We took the kids to a movie at the new theater that just opened in Centerville, then splurge on Happy Meals so we could sneak in some grocery shopping. We got home a little after 10. I put away the fridge/freezer items. Then cuddled up with Lila on my bed and read while she fell asleep. And I read, and read, and read some more. And then I finished my book and came out to see how Brian's favorite driver was faring in the night race (Yes, I am married to a NASCAR fan, and no, I don't want to talk about it. Although my unintentionally gained knowledge of stock car racing has come in handy during a game or two of Trivial Pursuit...) I sat down to check my email and looked at the clock and gasped in horror! 12:30! AM! Yikes. How could I forget something that has been part of my daily routine for 289 days? It kind of boggles the mind. Brian laughed at my distress and said, "Yeah, your poor Aunt Donna is laying in bed thinking, '...whiskey tango?'"  It's crazy I tell you, and more than a little scary. I just hope that it is a minor aberration and not the start of my senility...

What I was going to post about was the movie we went and saw. A Dolphin Tale. It was excellent. Jake and Evie were both very into the story and Lila was very well behaved until we ran out of popcorn. (Pretty standard for her.) Me, I enjoyed it and I cried. Especially during the closing credits where it showed video clips of Winter (the dolphin) meeting people with disabilities, that hit a little close to home I think. Brian and I were both a little choked up as we left the theater and tried to talk about which parts of the movie were our favorites. For me it was a line said by the prosthetic doctor, "Just because you're hurt don't mean you're broken."  I found it inspiring to watch as Winter and other people in the movie didn't give up when they were hurt, they just learned a new way of being in the world. That's how I feel about Brian and his attitude about his disability, even when I'm feeling frazzled and overwhelmed with all the new challenges, he just slowly and steadily works on learning his new way of being. He doesn't complain, he doesn't fret, he focuses on the positives of our situation and works on finding solutions. He helps keep me grounded. He makes me proud to be his wife.