You know what the best part of my day is? Getting to come home and write letters to you. I’m finally comfortable, have some food in me, have a heating pad on my back (could use prayer. Slight injury), and my feet are not in shoes (I hate shoes).
What a day. I do love this job though. This was neat, and really lifted my spirits: So, the gal training me said I’m doing better on my second day than people who have been doing this job for thirty years. And she’s the sort who doesn’t mince words. It’s a really good place for me, honestly. I’m still trying to not get lost in the maze downstairs though. I went outside for my afternoon break, and I got lost, and couldn’t figure out which door I’d come out of. (Did I mention my embarrassing lack of sense of direction?).
Dance class was somewhat chaotic, but that’s fairly normal. Adding in a new student always changes things up too. The girls have fun though, and I (mostly) stay sane. So, that’s that.
Did you see all the Easter stuff in the stores? I like the little outfits the best. The tiny fairy dresses are always so cute. I need to figure out which dress I’m wearing for Easter. Maybe I can start dressing up more. I do like springtime.
You’re sweet. Did you know that? I sort of calm down when I’m around you.
This is sort of weird, but: thanks for letting me be my age. I thought about it early on, and felt like I was miles ahead down a road. But it doesn’t feel that far, now that I’m back at my home church. And you’re accepting all my stories, along with me, so that means a lot. I was afraid of that for a lot of years, honestly. I’m trying to let you be your age too (though most of the time you act my age). I like God’s methods. He does crazy stuff that works, and it’s awesome.
Please continue to pray for me at my job. There’s a lot of banter and chatting that goes on, and I’ve gotten to share a lot about Christianity (it helps, with this group, if you actually like to drink beer. And then there’s always the mead story from when I was in Ireland. Yeah… I should tell you that one sometime. I got some food into myself in just the nick of time. Don’t tell your parents. Yet. Maybe I’ll tell them later. Why on earth did you pick me? Never thought a pastor’s kid would be interested in me. I like your family a lot).
I definitely have a major crush on you. Anyways. Dishes in the sink, need to finish laundry, and I need to eat more food. I’ll try to write later, if I have a chance.