It is late. I find that if I stay up past 10 I feel that hunger pain and need to eat again. Of course by this time of night I have cleaned up the kitchen and am not up to cooking another "meal" so...out comes the cereal. Well, much to my disappointment "someone" or a small clan of "someones" has eaten the last of the Fruity Pebbles.
Peering into the pantry in search of a satisfying mid-night snack, I saw the college students'
favorite friend...Ramen Noodles. I never did eat them when I was in college. By the time I got to go to college I had lived in Mexico for 5 yrs. and I was married. What does this mean you ask? Well...beans and scrambled eggs are the favorite food fare for the impoverished of Mexico. We ate beans and eggs when we were poor missionaries and when we were poor college students. Besides, Buddy won't touch Ramen, or boxed mac and cheese. He is spoiled to "real food".
So I sit here now eating my ramen noodles and waiting for my husband to finish his sermon for tomorrow. This is my way of showing support! Staying awake with him...I think it has something to do with his love language... Bud's love language= mutual suffering. Actually I think it was a part of our vows..." in sickness and in health, while he stays up all night writing his sermons, if he wakes you up to hear his worship set after you have laid down for bed... til death do you part?" I vaguely remember saying yes ( It is on video somewhere. He is thinner and I am have no crows feet or smile lines), so here I sit still awake at 2:31 am...with NO FRUITY PEBBLES TO BOOT!
I'd do it all over again if I had the chance. I love you Buddy!
Peering into the pantry in search of a satisfying mid-night snack, I saw the college students'
favorite friend...Ramen Noodles. I never did eat them when I was in college. By the time I got to go to college I had lived in Mexico for 5 yrs. and I was married. What does this mean you ask? Well...beans and scrambled eggs are the favorite food fare for the impoverished of Mexico. We ate beans and eggs when we were poor missionaries and when we were poor college students. Besides, Buddy won't touch Ramen, or boxed mac and cheese. He is spoiled to "real food".
So I sit here now eating my ramen noodles and waiting for my husband to finish his sermon for tomorrow. This is my way of showing support! Staying awake with him...I think it has something to do with his love language... Bud's love language= mutual suffering. Actually I think it was a part of our vows..." in sickness and in health, while he stays up all night writing his sermons, if he wakes you up to hear his worship set after you have laid down for bed... til death do you part?" I vaguely remember saying yes ( It is on video somewhere. He is thinner and I am have no crows feet or smile lines), so here I sit still awake at 2:31 am...with NO FRUITY PEBBLES TO BOOT!
I'd do it all over again if I had the chance. I love you Buddy!