I started off my day with an early dentist appointment to follow up on a cavity. That might make you shudder, but I really really love my dentist (his lavender scented washcloths, and his demeanor, and the extra mile he always goes) and even though they gave me a brand new purple toothbrush last week, they gave me a pink breast cancer awareness one today.

I knew it was going to be a good day.

I let the Novocaine wear off and ate some french toast and stuffed my iPod with podcasts and indulged in buying an $8 album off of Amazon.
Got to the bus stop at my leisure, and spent a few hours on campus since I had the day off. I worked on my digital storytelling project and had a hamburger.

On my bus trip home, I watched a 9 year old girl get on the bus with her 6 year old brother. I couldn't believe they were by themselves and that she was taking care of him. It reminded me of how Philip and I were when we were younger, and I missed having someone look up to me like that and how everything I said was truth to him. To have someone believe in you like that. She got them on and off the bus safely, and I hope that they are so close when they are older.

I watched a handsome black man in a three piece suit and matching fedora taking care of his adorable little kid, and I watched him exit the bus with a stroller and watched him set it up on the sidewalk as soon as they exited. You don't see that everyday. The man as the primary caretaker. Que quapo. And this is what made me think, I would really like to dress up as a man for Halloween, if I do go to Emily's yearly rager. The matching fedora is what did it. (And I was listening to Sexy back by JT at the moment) But then I thought, what man do I already look like? And this ended in me buying fake beard at Halloween World and gluing it on my face at 3:30 in the afternoon on a Wednesday. Emma took photos of Philip and I for at least an hour. It was a family moment. We made a memory together, and I think Judy will be horrified, but also get a really good laugh out of it.

I dressed back as a woman for house church, but was peeling glue off of my chin the whole time. Derek talked about God's peace vs. our anxiety, and I thought about how blessed I am to not be struggling with anxiety anymore. He had a really beautiful point about how God wants to hear from us, because He chose us, and we chose Him, and how beautiful that relationship is.  
Thank you God that you chose me.