Almost two years ago, Judah surprised us by arriving three weeks before his due date. We weren’t going to be fooled twice, so when we arrived at the three-weeks-to-go-before-the-due-date for baby girl, we hunkered down. And waited. And we’re still waiting.
Some thoughts and reflections:
///Ladies and gentlemen, we have leggings.///
Apparently little girls (and maybe grown up ones?) wear these. I had no clue. We have them now in abundance because of some sales. It’s a funny word. We don’t wear armings, or footings or…you get the picture.
///We have enough clothes to clothe a village.///
I am in no way being facetious. Thanks to the generosity of our friends and family along with one too many trips to the mall, I think we can, literally, clothe a village. Or at least the small children in that village. In fact, I have one in my minds eye. We have SO. MUCH. STUFF.
///”You’re richer than you think.”///
So the bank ad goes. And they are right. When I’ve had conversations with people concerning wealth and prosperity – and it comes up when I talk about our last 7 months in Tanzania – inevitably, the conversation can turn to the ultra-rich, or, those who are simply a tier or two above us. I suppose just about everyone in this world could say that save for the truly richest person in the world. But we’re missing the point. The point is, many of us are in the top 5-10% when it comes to wealth. And yet, generosity and restraint escapes us.
