Tales of a pre-fall morn

This morning, as per the usual, I got up, went running, came back upstairs and showered. As I opened the sliding door in our bedroom post-shower, the air...was CRISP. No doubt about it. I think it was lingering in the 50's this morning. My stomach did a little flip, as I felt nothing but sheer and unbridled anticipation for fall. To celebrate, of course I went to Starbucks and got a grande nonfat latte. Of course.

Due to the lack of pictures in this post, I decided to snap a photo of my drive to work this morning. (Imagine, in two months, all the leaves will be yellow, orange and red!)

Today is our annual summer picnic at the office. Which means that I'm leaving at 2:45 to pick up the hubs so he can help me pick up the foil trays FULL of ribs, chicken, potato salad, baked beans and other such goodness. I've spent the last two evenings conjuring up desserts for 37 people. (Currently all three choices are sitting on my desk, taunting me.) The control freak in me is worried everyone will get there before I have everything all "set up." Actually, there's a 100% chance this will happen and the aforementioned "control freak side of me" needs to chill.

Dan had a phone interview the other day for a potential job opportunity. The roller coaster of job searching is SUCH an emotional experience for me. I'm finding it a challenge to balance my instinctual human emotion with hoping beyond hope that it turns out well, with my faith and knowledge that even if it doesn't turn out well, it's because God has something better lined up. I've recently realized that, even when Dan was unemployed, I never worried or stressed about him "not getting a job." I worried and stressed about what the job-rejection would do to his determination, strength, spirit and hopefulness. I can easily say that the hardest thing I've ever dealt with emotionally is seeing my husband disheartened and beat down and not being able to do a thing for him. Alas, that's where prayer comes in and I have to trust that God will do what needs to be done. And on that note, I'm trying really hard to focus on fun things to come: baseball game & Five Guys this weekend, a trip to South Bend for Chick-Fil-A next weekend, Labor Day Fall of Fun Kick-Off the next weekend...rather than sitting around wondering when or if they're going to call him in for a face-to-face interview.

This morning Kristen sent me this picture. I. Love. It. On the way back from Mercy's medivac trip to Cairns, they ended up having to wait, on the tarmac, at the Port Moresby airport for about two hours. (Long story short...there was another medivac patient, but they had the Kodiak, so they met in Moresby and switched planes.) ANYWAY, while they were waiting, I think the pilot snapped this picture of still semi-sick Mercy. I think it's precious.