Today was a good day despite the fact that I can no longer answer my phone. Oh well, I already couldn't send text messages. The phone is dying a slow death.
And despite the fact that the camera my brother found on sale on Amazon.com is not available. He ordered it. But they said they can't send it, nor can they sell him another for the same price. I am a little bummed because I was excited, but I can live without the camera until we find one on sale again. I hope it is before February, so my cousin can bring it to me in Guatemala when we go to see our other cousin get married. As a friend from K2 can attest, sometimes packages take literally ONE YEAR to get here. So I am not keen on sending a camera by mail. (My cousin IS bringing me Johnson & Johnson brand Q Tips, which are almost as exciting as the camera since the Q Tips in Honduras suck.)
On Saturday I thought something was stolen from my classroom at the church. I was really sad when Don Juan told me he saw who stole it. It was someone who works hard at the church. I couldn't imagine this person would steal. I spent the past few days fluctuating between sad and angry. Some of what disappeared was for the kids, which made me angry.
Then today, I found it all sitting on my desk in my office. I felt horrible. It had been there the whole time. In my mind I had allowed myself to think that one of the boys was a thief. I was thrilled to know that nothing was stolen. I felt so guilty when I realized what really happened. I was very, very close to tears and still feel that way when I think about it.
Walter was going to talk to the boy but he said he had a strange feeling to wait. I am so glad he waited. That poor boy would have been devastated to think that I was accusing him of thievery. I think God was at work there - telling Walter to hold off.
Today I woke one minute before my alarm. That was nice because I hate waking up to an alarm. Jetty is no longer taking her medicine calmly. She spits it out every time if I am not careful, and she is very sneaky about it. She acts like she swallowed it, then waits until she is far from me and spits it out. She is still wheezy and I accidentally overdosed her last night with an allergy pill that she is only supposed to get once per day. I stayed awake for a while, making sure she was still breathing. The wheeze helped me out a little in that aspect since it is easier to hear her breath.
Today the swim coach told me something funny. He said that when he came to the church for our Christmas dinner he was looking all over for little kids who look like me. He reminded me that when I invited him for the Christmas dinner I told him that he could meet my little kids. (I meant my preschool class. He thought I meant my own biological children.) He looked and looked for kids that share my features, but none of them did. Finally, when the preschool class was called up to the front of the church and he could see how much they love me and I love them, he figured out what I was talking about. They are my little kids. He knows many of my bigger kids from the swim class. He said he loves to see our relationship and how much love we share for each other.
Yesterday Kristofer greeted me with the hugest hug. He hadn't seen me from Friday until Tuesday and he said, " I missed you." while he snuggled up to me. Kristofer used to be a tough guy because of the environment he was raised in, but he has changed drastically in the swimming program. He hugs and snuggles now instead of kicking and fighting. His demeanor has changed from being defensive and hard to kind and loving. I adore Kristofer and the changes God is making in him. The swimming program is so much more than learning to swim.
