A weekly series of photos I shoot to reflect what I am grateful for.
And a story. And a Someecards at the end that aptly describes the month of December.
Okay, so I didn't take the above photos (click on them for sources). And you're probably wondering what the heck retired NFL quarterback Kurt Warner and a bunch of screaming Elvis fans have in common and why they made it onto the Thankful Thursday list.
I got to witness my typically calm, cool, and collected husband have a fan-girl moment when we saw Kurt Warner last Friday night. In real life.
Here's what happened -
We went to a new Italian restaurant last Friday and chose to sit outside. This particular restaurant just happened to be in a strip mall close to a Dairy Queen.
As we were enjoying our dinner, an Audi pulls up in the parking space behind us. Out steps Kurt Warner. With his daughters. He was wearing sweat pants. (See?! The stars are just like us!)
My husband nearly fell straight out of his chair.
Kurt makes his way to the Dairy Queen with said children. Meanwhile, my husband is in full-on, over-the-top excited mode and reciting every Kurt Warner stat his brain holds and then giving me his entire background: "He was sacking groceries! Everyone had given up on him! He worked so hard!"
I tell you, it was quite comical. I am not kidding when I say that I am thankful I got to witness this. And the fun didn't end there.
"Do you think I should talk to him?"
"What should I say?"
"He's with his kids. I don't want to bother him when he's with his kids."
"I don't think I should take his picture. That would be rude, wouldn't it? I mean, he's in Dairy Queen with his kids!"
"I don't think you understand what a big deal this is!"
The boy was holding his breath and clenching his hands and I thought he was going to pass out. A good ten minutes go by and Kurt comes out of Dairy Queen, kids in tow, arms loaded with frosty treats. And because he was with his kids, wearing sweatpants, climbing into his Audi, my husband - adoring fan that he is - didn't ask for a picture or a signature or photobomb the poor man.
instead, he squeaked out, "Hey, Kurt. Big fan."
And Kurt, being the humble, hard-working, used-to-sack-groceries man that he is, made eye contact, nodded, waved with his free hand and said, "Thanks."
And climbed in his Audi with his daughters and drove away.
It was a beautiful thing to witness.
(p.s. Lest you think I am mocking my husband, he was was gleeful after this experience and said, "You have to put that on your blog!!" So there you go, honey dear. On the blog.)
As I type this, Simon is currently trying to pull the ol' cat scene from Christmas Vacation.
No, Simon! You have so much to live for! Wrestling with Bishop! Growling menacingly at the feral cats outside the window! Trying to escape the house every time I open the door!
(I keep having to drag him out from under my computer desk where he keeps trying to chew on the electric cord. What is with this cat?!)
And this pretty much explains the last few weeks of my life. Therefore, I am incredibly grateful that Winter Break is only a few hours away.
Happy Thursday, friends!
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