Since I told you about my Nena yesterday. I thought today would be fitting if we told you about my grandfather or Papa.
Papa shaved his head a few days before Nena lost her hair. I thought this was crazy because I've never seen him with anything less than a full head of hair and for an "older gentleman" he has quite a bit of it. He also organized a wide #prayforbet movement in their local North Carolina community.
This may seem like a lot and it is definitely, it also is just my Papa being himself.
My Papa is the most selfless guy you may ever meet. He retired when I was in middle school and has since been a freelance/freeservice guy. He builds and creates and does electrical work and honestly I can't think of anything he can't do. He is the epitome of Mr. Fix It. And he does it all for free.
In this picture you can find him walking towards a building he built for his church from scratch. It is behind the church and it is a building just for cooking. A few times a year his church hosts a huge fish fry to raise money for lots of things and my papa felt like this would be instrumental to their events. It has been and will continue to be.
This is just one of many stories I could tell you. Years and years of service that one. And he is the rock my Nena needs right now.
If you were inside my head lately you would know that atleast 80% of my thoughts are with my grandmother whom we lovingly refer to as Nena.
She was diagnosed with breast cancer the day before Thanksgiving and that came as quite a blow on Thanksgiving day. She is a fighter. A fighter who has muscled through two surgeries. A fighter who has championed to chemo treatments so far. A fighter who is going to beat cancer. You might ask how I know this.
When I was little, first grade to be exact, my mother also had cancer. I knew that she was going to be okay. I knew it without a doubt and she was. Now maybe I was a silly little first grader but I don't feel that's the case. When I think back on that time I still feel as confident as ever in my thoughts. That's the way I feel about this. I feel calm. I feel peace. I know that God is in complete control and I think thus far He has done everything to make is so my Nena can kick cancer's butt.
I chose this picture to show you because right before her second chemo treatments my Nena lost her hair. I've yet to see what she looks like without it but I can bet it's beautiful. She takes pride in getting fancy each and everyday. (A trait I didn't inherit as I sit here in my sweatpants typing away.)
If you came to my house to visit during the month of January I probably was or would have been embarrassed by the fact that I still hadn't found time to take down our Christmas tree. However when I went to do so at the beginning of February I realized that our tree was nice and Valentiney.
So I'm just going to go ahead and say I totally planned that out. ;)
Happy Valentine's Day to you and yours! Jord and I are celebrating tomorrow because of work and school and tests and presentations and everything else that gets in the way during the week.
All I wanted to do today was ride my bike outside but Charleston was nuts with tons of rain. I can tell that Spring is near though and that there will be lots of bike rides in my future. Just have to wait it out.
The fog in the morning this time of year leaves me with mixed emotions. I love that it's the start of a new day, a fresh change and chance for a clean slate. I love that it means within a few minutes I will get to see the sunrise and that is one of my favorite parts about waking up early.
But then there is the other hand. I don't love that Jord is still in bed and Roy is still snoring, both without me. I don't love that this means I will be driving for the first five to ten minutes with no sight ahead. I don't love that I will have to brave these SC drivers without my husband by my side to rant with me.
I have felt so tired lately. And I'm always craving a nap. So is Jordan.
My teaching schedule this semester is horrid. I have ridiculously long breaks in between classes and I'm up at 6am every morning and not in bed every night until after almost midnight. It's not by choice. But I am glad I have a job.
And then there is the simple fact that...
We are not morning people. Sometimes we wish we were but the truth is it will probably never happen. We are grumps being up so early all the time.
Jord has told me before that even after spending two years in Brazil and being up every morning by 6am that he still wasn't a morning person. That he never got used to it.
The weather in South Carolina has been so unpredictable as of late and it's kind of entertaining. In the morning I may have to put on a sweater to go outside and by noon I may be wishing I could run around naked it's so hot. TMI.
It's true though.
But I have to admit for now it beats the heck out of negative degree anything. That's for sure.
A few months back Roy woke up one morning with a kink in his tail. Originally I was so sad because kinks are forever and for the first few weeks they really hurt. Now that it's not painful we love that little kink because it adds more cuteness to his character. Have a good weekend folks!