It is a beautiful peaceful Sunday morning. I went to church this morning and came home and made breakfast for my daughter. She is going to a noon meeting today with a man from my home group she met last night at night watch.
My head is still swimming with thoughts of my newly found 42 year old daughter in Chicago. I hope to be planning a quick trip to Chicago in the next couple of months to see her again. I am so thrilled and overwhelmed by this appearance of her and the idea of her three children.
Banana Girl left a comment this morning thanking me for "putting this out on the porch of the web for the rest of us to see and learn from." I love the idea of the web, specifically a blog, being a front porch - it's just out there, and it is scary to put our most sacred stuff out there. I know this has been talked to death by me and by others, but it really is the most amazing thing. I am grateful today for my blog. I am grateful also for the struggles it has caused. And the questions it has raised.
I am so so so so so grateful for the friends I have made here.
Yesterday I made a blueberry custard pie, Bill, from Life on Planet Bill, wrote about this pie and I asked for the recipe. He sent it to me. Yesterday when I got around to making it for night watch, I really pondered the ingredients. Buttermilk in a custard? I never heard of such a thing. I called Scott and asked him about it and he told me to "trust the recipe." That southern pies frequently have buttermilk in them. So I made the pie and people loved it.
I'm loving everyone today.