Blissful Distraction

THANK YOU FOR YOUR COMMENTS!  All 100+ of them!!!!  I really waited to read them, and it was so worth it.  

They made me feel loved.  And blessed.  And lucky.  And OK for a several minutes.  They made me smile on such a hard day.  They made me even laugh.  They carried me away.  They pulled me in as I snuggled up against my love for the longest time since she's been born... Since before she was born probably.  It was so nice to rest against him and read your words.  They made me cry, different tears, welcome tears...

Thank you.

A very dear friend, a friend I have loved since kindergarten (!), also had to suffer through Surgery Day for his wee boy today.  I spent as many moments as I could bouncing Lucy while I wrote him several random memories and confessions from elementary and high school.  I wanted to pay it forward and give him and his wife a few moments of reprieve during their dreaded wait today.  

Here is one story I shared:

When I was in grade two, in my Catholic school uniform, I used to bus all by myself from school to my grandparents house for after school care.  Once a month my dad would replenish my change purse full of quarters and dimes, because bus fare was 60 cents.  Between my classroom door and the bus stop there was a donut shop called... The Donut Shop.  

I don't think a single day of school went by that I could resist that sweet smell.  Every day I would go and buy myself a chocolate dip donut after school.  And when my change purse would begin to run dry before the month was up I would always go and smile pitifully at the elderly ladies at the bus stop.  I would simply tell them I didn't have any bus fare and I needed to get to my grandma's house.  Not a lie exactly.  They always provided the goods.  

One day I was happily chomping my chocolate dip - taking bites from one side and then the other, when I bit down on something hard.  I was completely disgusted to find a tooth in my donut.  Horrified, I approached the woman behind the counter and said:

"Ummm... excuse me, lady?  I found a tooth inside my donut.  Can I please have another one?"

And she looked at my face and said:

"Honey, you are bleeding a little.  You lost your own tooth."

I was so grossed out by the blood in my donut I couldn't finish it and I never got a second one.  But... the old ladies at the bus stop got me home to grandmas house where I got my milk and cookies!