Flowers & Starbucks.

Last weekend when I got home from Iowa, after my 5k run and the beginning of sick boys, these beauties were sitting on the kitchen table for me.

You know, flowers are a big deal to me, because I know how much it takes for my husband to buy them.  He doesn't believe in them... he really thinks they are a big fat waste of money.  And to some extent, I agree... especially around Valentines when the prices are triple what they were the previous weekend.

But this time, it was really special to me.  Not only was he saying "congrats on your 5k! and sorry I couldn't be there!", but all week long as the boys progressively got more and more sick, they really brought me joy.  My house was getting worse by the day, but these beauties sat on my kitchen table and made me smile each time I entered the room.

Later in the week on Thursday when I took the boys to the doctor...again...I decided to load them into the car about 20 minutes earlier than I needed to.  I was starting to get stir-crazy being indoors all week, and wanted to just get out of the house.  The boys were both hot to the touch, so I bundled them up more than they needed to be with snotty noses and green nasties pouring out of their eyes, and loaded them into the car.  Jaxon was out of control, he did NOT want to go to the doctor and was sobbing/screaming so hard he couldn't quite catch his breath.  In the background of his screaming and crying, I would hear Cohen's deep cough that had me so concerned.  All around, it was a horribly stressful moment just trying to get out the door.

Once they were buckled and ready to go, I pulled out of the driveway, no idea where I was headed but knew I had an extra 20 minutes to kill.  I decided to get on the interstate and head south, completely out of the way, but to the nearest drive-thru Starbucks.  There's plenty of them in my neighborhood, but none with a drive-thru, and any Mama knows that there's NO COFFEE on earth that is worth unloading 2 sick babies from the car, dealing with them while you wait in line, and then re-loading them back into the vehicle.  So completely out of the way I went.

I pulled up and ordered my drink... tall skinny cinnamon dolce latte please, and as I pulled up to pay, the barista said:  "today, it's on the house."  You guys, I busted into tears.  It was one of those moments, despite the absolute chaos and stress, that I literally felt the Lord saying to me...
Megan, I love you.

Some of you are probably rolling your eyes at the thought of free Starbucks = Jesus telling me he loves me, but I don't think it was a coincidence at all.

Flowers and Starbucks.  2 of the ways I was reminded this past week of the many ways I am loved.