On Friday my neighbor, Brinay, cut my hair in her basement. She has a studio down there, and I feel so blessed to have her as a neighbor. I love her.
In the middle of the cut, my phone rang. It was the school telling me that the kids had a half day and the girls were there waiting for me to come pick them up. Oh no! I couldn’t believe I’d missed that. So I got up with my hair wet and half cut and drove over to pick them up, and then I went back to Brinay, who was very patient with this whole ordeal.
Then she finished cutting and curling my hair for the Qualtrics party. Abe came home a little later than expected and it took us both a while to get ready for the party, which was at the Grand America’s ballroom in Salt Lake. Between the Qualtrics party, which must have had at least a thousand people, and all of the Christmas activities in Salt Lake, the traffic was INSANE. I thought we were going to miss dinner, which was sad since I hate parties like this and only find consolation in the food.
Happily (or probably Providentially) we bumped into Steve and Blair JUST as we were walking in. The chances of this happening, especially considering how many people there are and how late we were, is incredible. I felt so loved by God. He knows how much I hate parties and he put Blair RIGHT THERE for me to help me have the most optimal time possible given the circumstances. She and I went ahead of Abe and Steve, who checked our coats, to make sure we didn’t miss the buffet.
It was so loud I couldn’t really hear anything, but I was thrilled to be by Blair. In fact, I should send her a thank you email. I will do that when I am done blogging.
