I sat in a new place at church today. A new pew and on the other side of the building! It probably disturbed those around me - we all like our routines - but I quite liked the change. I felt more engaged than usual; more aware of my surroundings.
After seeing this post about Super Bowl sweets, I had it in my head that I had to make whoopie pies for the Super Bowl. It doesn't take much of an excuse to get me on a bandwagon to do something seasonal or celebratory. They were fun to make, fun to eat (I ended up making this version).
I felt everything deeply today. Pride as my boys played so well in their hockey game; dismay and anger over unsportsmanlike and unbecoming behavior of some of the parents in the crowd. Panic when Abbott got hit in the leg by a puck on one of the only unpadded parts of his body. (He's fine; he has a bruise he describes being in the shape a 'flying puck'.) Overwhelmed by the prayers of the people at church; so many so very sick, so many mourning.