Lisa Ruiter's beautiful post at the top. I do hope everyone has had a chance to read it, but if not, just scroll down past mine right now and read hers!
How moving both stories contained in that blog were! The Sleeping Beauty story is a lovely tale, and even more lovely to me is the story of Lisa being able to fly to see her aunt in California and then knowing (see the comments) that now her aunt is safely in heaven. Thanks, Lisa.
Ok...so I am going to post a completely mundane piece here. This past Saturday I found myself in a loooonnggg line, and of course I thought...well, I could blog this. Being rather new to Pella, I completely underestimated the size of the crowd that gathers for the Dutch costume exchange.
It started at 8:00 a.m., right? So I cruise in at about 8:30 (a little alarmed by all the cars parked around there), and get in the door only to be directed to squeeze past people standing in the stairs coming up (hopeful-looking people) to the basement where the line snaked around in an unrecognizable order (less hopeful-looking people). I didn't even know where to stand but finally someone said, "Stand behind me. I think I'm at the end of the line."
I won't make this "long line story" any longer except to say this: I had lovely visits with the women standing in front and behind me (we had time for life stories and everything). Yes, people showed up even later than I. No, I did not get a Dutch costume. By the time I got upstairs, it was pretty picked over. My neighbor (who had also gone) just laughed at me when she heard I went at 8:30. She'd been there at 7:00!
And last of all...I am about a size 8 (well, sometimes) or a size 9 or a size 10. I still do not have a Dutch costume.
Lana Ringgenberg
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