Scariest and grossest thing today. We were gardening as a family, which is wonderful. Chloe decided we all needed to wear our gardening gloves. She found hers, Bracken already had a pair on, so she found me a pair in our old gardening box. I was doing something else, so I put on my left glove and just held the right one for a few minutes. When I looked down, I saw a spider egg sack on it, and it looked like it was moving! I poked it with a stick and it definitely moved. I set in on the ground and tore open the sack. A fully grown black widow came running out. I stomped it, as my heart stopped for a moment. I'm just so grateful Chloe wasn't hurt, and that I wasn't hurt, and that I noticed the egg sack. The Lord is aware of us in the small moments.
I had that reaffirmed as I just checked out my email and found that my brother Ben had not gotten the birthday package I sent him. Huge bummer, but oddly enough, though I never get insurance on the packages I send, I did get it on this package. Another blessing.
And on a less spiritual note, can I just mention something I've been thinking about? I've been trying to get into more of a shape before our trip to Cabo, and I've noticed something interesting. I'm simply amazed at how I can look in a mirror, and feel good about the progress I'm making. Then I step on the scale and look down at the weight. When I look up, registering the (usually) bad news, suddenly I look heavier in the mirror as well! Am I the only one this happens to?