Have You Ever Thought About the Number 43?

Have You Ever Thought About the Number 43?

Last night I was putting Levi to bed and he asked me, “Mommy, how many seconds does it take to put me to bed?”  I didn’t feel like giving it much thought, so I just answered, “Oh, I don’t know, about 43 seconds.”  “Oh,” he replied with a serious look on his face, “43 huh?  That’s a number you don’t think about everyday.”

It’s so true.  I don’t really give the number 43 enough thought.

Yesterday afternoon I had a rare treat of going out to lunch with some of my good friends.  When we’re together we always, always laugh until we should be embarrassed by the disturbance we are causing.  But we’re not embarrassed.  The disturbance just makes us laugh even more.  That’s the best kind of friends, the ones you can laugh with, then get serious, pray together then make fun of each other.

One of these precious friends is moving away and she asked me if I would like to come by her house and see if I wanted any of the “junk” she was leaving behind.  When we pulled up to her old workshop she gestured toward a pile of wood scraps, “Do you want to rifle through this?”  I looked back at her with a puzzled expression, “Why would I want a rifle?”

I may need to get my hearing checked.

But I did take a car full of treasures home with me.

I’ve got big plans for the leaky wheelbarrow and broken chair.  And you can expect that big sheet of wood to show up somewhere in my etsy shop.  Nothing goes to waste around here.

Today I’m taking Patience to the big city for some much needed Mommy/Patience time.  We’ll stop at the craft store then have lunch and drive back home.  It’ll be a quick trip, but plenty of time for girl talk.  Maybe we’ll discuss the number 43 and decide if we need a rifle.

These are clearly subjects that I have neglected for too long.

Have a great weekend!

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  1. Sounds like good times!

    Have a wonderful day with your daughter!

  2. Have fun, Erma and Patience!

  3. I’ve been reading along for a while now. I just wanted to drop you a comment to say keep up the good work.

  4. I think about 43 all the time… I’ll be 43 for another two months and 17 days.

    Don’t feel bad – when I hear “rifle” I think firearm too. I think it must be a Texas thing.

  5. Thanks for another good chuckle!

  6. When I was in labor with number 5…… I was laboring in the bathtub when I heard the doorbell ring. 5 minutes later my husband comes upstairs with a big ol’ long rifle. My eyes got so wide, wondering if he had plans to push my labor along. He laughed and said that our neighbor was cleaning out his garage and thought one of our boys would enjoy a new BB gun. So that’s what came to mind when I saw your photo of a rifle in this blog post. 😉
    Hope you had a sweet time with Patience! What an encouragement!

  7. Awww… I thought you were gonna get that beautiful rifle. I’d have chosen it 😉

    Enjoy your mamma/daughter time … precious.

  8. Of course…..43 and rifles….topics no one should overlook. I feel an e-book outline starting 🙂

    Awesome blog rock star!