Yesterday Tyler reminded me it's not "The 4th of July" its "Independence Day", and he's right. I think we've forgotten the name of the holiday. Maybe we should go back to calling it by it's name.
Yesterday morning Dean received an email from work at 6:30 a.m. He'd been laid off. It's like one of those really bad break ups. You know, you should never break up, or lay anyone off, via email. It's bad manners. Apparently the people run his company don't read Miss Manners.
Today is my son Noah's birthday. I haven't spoken to Noah, save a 10 minute Facebook chat on December 22nd, since June of 2009. Noah, for reasons we can only imagine, has shut us out of his lives, and my heart is broken about it.
Noah needs tons of prayer, as Satan eats him alive, piece by piece, and Noah wears the marks to prove it. (No, really, he does, you'll just have to take my word for it.) I want my first born back.
I'm going to go have myself a cry in the bathroom for my son, then Dean's job. And when I'm done with that I'll join the rest of my extended family on the dock for my sister's wedding.
What a mixed up day.