What She Wore: Blue jeans (what else?); short-sleeve, navy blue tee; my red, pointy-toed keds with the striped bow. I put a picture up before. . . maybe I’ll go find it.
What She Ate: Chicken caesar salad and peanut butter pie from my parent’s favorite cafe–their treat!
I’ve never metioned it here, but I’ve always been attracted to smart people. I’m not just talking about my spouse. In general, I have always surrounded myself with people who are very smart. Let me give you some examples:
Of the girls I hung out with in college, all of them graduated on time.
Almost all of them now have professional degrees.
My bridesmaids include a PhD, a lawyer, the financial director of a major publisher, and a physcial therapist. Oh yeah, and one of them works for NASA.
Three people I e-mail regularly were the Valedictorians of their high school class.
Three of my closest friends were National Merit Finalists.
With a 3.4 gpa I was the slacker of my college friends.
When I moved back to Louisiana, I called a friend of mine who named four different people that I know who are doing their residency at the local Children’s Hospital.
So why am I telling you all of this? I’m saying all of this because sometimes I just can’t believe that it’s my child’s BRAIN that’s the issue. Of all the things I worried about, it was never this.
I’m not looking for condolences; I just mean to say that you really have no idea what life has in store. I think the expression is, “If you want to hear God laugh tell him your plans.”
It’s a crazy thing.