I did not beam with pride, cry tears of joy, and thank the Lord when I got the text alert that my daughter finished her first marathon. Way to go, KT!!
I did not ride 4 trains (2 in the wrong direction, 1 the wrong color), walk over 10 miles, and stand in a crowd of 45,000 runners and 1.5 million spectators in Chicago just to get a glimpse of said daughter, as well as my husband, during the marathon....and never saw them until it was all over and the sweat had dried.
Can I add a "my husband did not?" He seriously did not call me from his cell phone 4 times during the marathon just to say hi. Didn't he have some running to do?
Counting down to MckMama's delivery - keep praying for their family and read her "Not Me!" Monday for the week!