About this time . . .
Two days ago I was using one hand to apply pressure to the other, trying to dial for help with my elbows, and considering a visit to my neighbor’s in wildly inappropriate pajamas. Not my best moment.
A couple days before THAT, though, I got to hit the streets with my bloggy-turned-real-life friend, Genevieve of Mama Natural. As you can see below, Genevieve is a natural in more than one sense and I . . . am not.
I left my lipstick and brush behind in the wrong car, had “airplane” ear so I couldn’t hear myself talk, and managed to be less-than-discreet when sneaking milk out of the dairy section to shoot. Oh well, so what if my forehead and chin are apparently two different colors when I blush? I would dress up like a teenage mutant ninja turtle and break dance in Times Square if it would somehow help get the word out about GMO’s!
Of course, the real highlight of the weekend . . .
Though I can’t say I would change anything about my son’s story (he was born on the 12th), it’s not because I got the day I thought I wanted. I love his story because it is HIS, but thanks to Genevieve and some time for reflection I have come to believe that every day on the calendar is a gift. If you need a reminder of that today check out this handsome boy’s birth video, which Genevieve shared here. ♥