Troy and I were married in August 1991. He was heading into his senior year at Northwestern College. When I got my green card a couple of months later, I started working in downtown Minneapolis at the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association.

I would drop Troy as school on the way to work. Our route took us near a UPS hub, and we used to count the number of brown trucks we would see during our morning drive. I can't remember now what the record was.

After I dropped Troy, I would continue my drive.

Over this bridge:
Twice a day.

Yesterday morning I looked at CNN (my main source of news) and clicked on a link about a bridge collapse on the Mississippi river (mainly because I am a shameless ambulance chaser.)

I was stunned to see if it was a very familiar bridge.

Yesterday we spent a lot of time checking on the updates, emailing friends and family to make sure everyone we love is safe and sound. So far, everyone is accounted for. Today the names of the four confirmed fatalities were listed.

I cannot imagine what it must have been like to feel that bridge fall away from underneath your car.

It's one of the odd things of living so far away from a familiar place. I find myself torn between being present in Madrid and feeling like I am standing at the edge of that broken bridge, watching what is going on there.


The Sleepover

Nic does not really have any buddies his age yet.

Yesterday, Jonathan the wonder boy looked at Nic, and said "Would you like to come over for a sleepover some time next week?"

Today we decided that the chosen day would be next Monday. Within a few minutes, Nic had packed two bags and was clamoring for another for his sleeping bag. He dragged the bags (containing who knows what) into the living room and lined them up neatly. I made him take them back to his room.

To say the boy is excited would be the understatement of the year! He's beside himself with anticipation.

They also decided to invite Daddy along (Personally I think that was Jonathan's way of making sure he doesn't have to get up at an unearthly hour of the morning!)

I guess that means that Meg and I get to do whatever we want!


I caved

So I have all these good intentions to be a good steward of our money and of the world's resources, which is why I stopped coloring my hair red more than a year ago.

It also has something to do with growing older with grace and not caring so much about wrinkles and grey hair.

But my brown hair, it used to be a lot prettier and shinier. And now, the top of of my head just looks washed out and dull and full of lots of wiry, very grey/white hairs.

So today I caved. I bought some brown hair color. I don't plan on using it very often (I don't mind when the grey starts creeping back out) and I bought the Carrefour store brand so it was under 4 euro.

Hopefully I'm not a terrible person for not sticking with my morals :)