Running a Bed and Breakfast can get nuts sometimes. But it is a wonderful kind of nuts. I wake up every morning, look out the window and sometimes fight the tears as I think of where I've come from to where I'm at.
There are those things in your life that you must secretly desire because until they happen you never realized just how wonderful that was or just how much that meant to you. And that moment then leaves, life goes on and you step back and realize what just happened and wonder how that unexpected love showed up at the perfect time of your need for it.
This past Saturday was one of those times. The morning was rushed. I had the guest's breakfast to make and at an earlier time than normal. I had 5 orders of scones and pies to get ready for their pick-up and then rooms to clean and get ready because the guests for that day wanted an early arrival and with the bike swap here in town and Bowling Green's Alumni gathering going on, I knew we were going to be getting some of Don's old college friends and people of the bike swap stopping in for tours. Plus my little brother from S. Carolina/Georgia area was going to be staying the night and I really wanted to be done with everything so I could spend some much needed time with him. Just as I was clearing the table from breakfast, I seen Don turn to talk to someone out on the porch, I peaked out the window and "Oh my gish" instantly followed. There with my dad, his wife and my brother, stood one of my pillars in life. My Aunt Betty, and along with her came an exchange student. They all had this planned and decided to surprise me. My second reaction was to panic because all the rooms were full, but somehow we made it all work so everyone could stay the night.
Betty is the sister of my biological mom that died at the age of 25 in childbirth. I was 6, Darrell was 4 and Tony was newly born. Over the years we saw eachother less and less but absence can't distroy love when blood is the same. And I'm amazed when I see her and feel all the love that I have for her..... just the same, everytime, as if I see her daily. She gets me. I get her. We are the same in MANY ways. Darrell (my brother) spent alot of time listening to her and I as we laughed and picked on eachother, on Don and on him. Laughter is what life is about to Betty and I. Laughter and love. I knew that I was enjoying this shared time, but I didn't know how much I enjoyed it until they all left and went home to their own lives. I am amazed at how I think I know, for the most part, what is going to happen with my day and then God shows me that I don't plan my days. He does. And sometimes He surprises me with unexpected acts of love.
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