Hey there, Job. It's been a while. Nice to see you again. Welcome back.
Picture this: I'm out and about with the boys. Heading back from the library in the rain. Nothing out of the ordinary...when the phone rings. I don't know the number and probably wouldn't have answered it on any other day, but the kids are quiet so I do. It is a hospital. A big one. A major one. And they want to offer me a job...well, kind of like THE job. At least the job for now, and God willing, the job for a while to come. Not a "eh, I'll just take what I can get" job, but a "I always wanted to be a..." job. The whole reason I wanted to be a nurse kind of job.
In the end, it all pays off, and in my case, the end of this chapter is very near. I guess I've been telling myself that all along. I hope Adam is expecting a full-on, set-the table, lots-of-side-dishes dinner tonight because we're celebrating. Take that, blasted semester. I'll show you who's boss.
The family. We are a little band of characters trudging through life, sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that binds us all together.
Monday, April 4, 2011
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