I am Important

Yesterday, I went to a Thirty-One party I had been invited to by one of my grandmother’s girlfriends. Generationally, I was a little left out, but I did not mind. I got to spend the few hours there hanging out with my grandmother and she is a pretty cool lady.

While I was at the party, I had a great time. All the ladies were so nice to me, telling me I did not look as pregnant as I am (which was a lie, but a sweet one), just being kind and gracious. I had a wonderful time.

As I was dropping my grandmother off at home, she asked if I would be over the following weekend to make cookies. Turns out my sister and my aunt had made plans to go to Grandma’s and bake and did not invite me. Considering how I had been treated by them the day before while we were washing Grandma’s windows, this was just the icing on the cake. I cried all the way home.

CJ, because he is quite possibly the sweetest man on the planet, did not work out. He spent the entire evening with MJ and me making sure I knew I was important to him. We watched a movie and snuggled 🙂

I really needed a night like that. I had been really dark and depressed when I got home. All I could think was that it was really sad that I felt more appreciated when I was with people I was not related to. Thank goodness I have CJ; I do not know what I would do without him.

I will just have to remind myself:

“You is kind.
You is smart.
You is important.” – The Help, Kathryn Stockett