Behold the power of prayers.
She opened her eye yesterday.
Her brother has made it home safely.
Keep your fingers crossed and the prayers coming.
** When her brother walked into her room and started talking to her she moved her leg. **
There is more and more hope every day.
Sunday night a friend of Noodles was hit by a car.
Every time I think about it I break down in tears.
The sweet, sweet girl is in the ICU fighting for her young life.
I am going to post the story about the accident later. I am going to to password protect it . If you would like the password let me know, I would be happy to share it with you.
In the mean time, please say a prayer for her. She needs all of them she can get.
I saw this over at Vixen’s. She was even nice enough to add my quote to the picture for me as I have no idea what I am doing when it comes to that kind of thing.
If you want to play head over and see Vixen for the rules. If you do let me know so I can pop over and see your message.
Sadly, there is only going to be one baby now. Friend B went to the doctor where she was told there was no heartbeat. I understand and fully believe and trust in God’s will. This is one of the times I wish that I didn’t.
This morning I was standing in the parking lot
gossiping talking to Mama B. The daily Mass church crowd starting rolling in (can I tell you that you take your life into your own hands standing in the parking lot when they drive up!).
As the people walked by us we offered our usual “Good Mornings” to them. Two older ladies walked by and we chirped out our greeting to them. One said “Is that you Agnes?” The other yelled “That’s not Agnes!”.
Mama B and I both looked at each other and said “Which one do you think she thought was Agnes?”.
We definitely need to get out more if we thought that was funny. As you can imagine we did think it was funny. Very funny.
It seems to me that most couple friendships that form are usually the result of the the women being friends first and then introducing the husbands. (Is this the way it is for you?)
In our case we have two other couple friends that on average we see one time a week for dinner and get together at least one if not both weekend nights as well. All of the husbands work together, and in turn have introduced us girls along the way. If I had to guess I would say we have been friends with the “Smiths” about 8-9 years and the husband half of the “Jones” for about the same amount of time. He met his wife about 5 years ago and before the first time he introduced us to her told Mrs. Smith and I if we didn’t like her out the door she would go. I am happy to report she is still around today.
The wives, just as the husbands have pretty much become 3 peas in a pod. For some reason though I have never (especially since Mrs. Jones came along) considered the other husbands to be my “friends”. They are my friends husbands. Or my husbands friends. Do you know what I mean? I hope so because I mean it in the nicest way.
That all changed today. Monday night I called Mrs. Jones very upset and she told Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones went to work Tuesday morning and told Mr. Smith who in turn called Mrs. Smith who called me wanting to know what was going on. (I really wasn’t trying to drag everyone into my drama as it was a mutual friend of all of us who did something to cause the issue in the first place, I just needed to vent and Mrs. Jones just happened to be home when I called). I will say I expected Mrs. Jones and Mrs. Smith both to understand and be on my side (and they were) so to speak. Today I found out Mr. Smith and Mr. Jones were both much more upset with the issue at hand than their Mrs.’ were.
I am so proud to have friends that have husbands that are such great guys and to know that not only are they my friends but they also “have my back”.