Hadley was having a really cute day today. Not like she’s not always adorable. But some days she’s especially smily and sweet. Days like this make the bad ones not so bad.
We also found a church. I never would have thought it was possible, but I have actually found a community that is one of the most welcoming I have ever experienced. The music is a bit Old School but the pastor is one of those guys who speaks from the Bible and while doing it makes you think, “I would like to be his friend.” : )
Later, Hadley and I went to the grocery store. It is one of my favorite things to do with her when she’s having such a happy day. She talks and coos at me from the front seat of the cart and when she gets restless she “reads” me the back of food packages or the rest of my shopping list. And I’ll be honest. It’s fun going out in public with her. She’s Freaking Adorable and everybody tells me so. And when she’s this happy she waves and smiles and basks in the compliments right along with me.
After church and groceries and tacos and playtime, we took a 2 hour nap. It was heavenly.
Then tonight my Iraqi friends came over to give me a cooking lesson. I learned how to make chicken and rice and was quite pleased that when I was done, it tasted just like my friend Asraa’s. Yum. It’s a little depressing to be taught like I am so hopeless. She kept saying things like, “When I was not married I did not know how to cut an onion either.” I wanted to grab that onion from her and show her my Mad Dicing Skills but I refrained. Let her teach. I know she loves it. And truthfully, I have much to learn.
I don’t know if it was the miscommunication (my Arabic is pretty terrible and their English is sometimes questionable) or poor planning but they had eaten before the came over. So she taught me how to cook, gave me the finishing instructions, packed up her kids and went on her way, leaving me with a pot full of rice and a whole chicken broiling in the oven.
Hadley was asleep, my brother off at work, so it was just me, the cat, and the chicken.
It’s frustrating to have such a wonderful day and yet end it feeling so incredibly lonely.
I’m going to curl up with Breaking Free and try to go to sleep with gratitude for the day instead of wishing there was more. And I’ll go peek in at Hadley to remind myself that this is the sweet little thing I get to wake up to in the morning:
But if anyone wants to come over for some Iraqi food, I make a mean chicken and rice.