somebody loves me

it's nice to be reminded sometimes that someone loves you.

after feverishly wrapping christmas gifts for the fam (15 kids now amongst the cousins...i need to get moving to get a return on my investment xmas after xmas) i spent the day with my favorite family. did some long division with samster until she was pretty confident - i love how that girl thinks it's cool to do math with eemoh.

so unnee asks her "soyun eemoh's going to move in with us for awhile, what do you think about that?"

sam: "for how long?"

unnee: "we don't know yet"

sam: [pause]. "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

man, i was getting worried for a minute there. i know sam loves me, but it sure took awhile for her reaction to come around. can't think of any other family i'd be willing to live with, though (or perhaps, any other family that would be willing to live with me).

this morning i was trying to get issac into his shoes so we could get out the door, and decided to challenge him to a race. so he's giggling and shoving his feet in, and i was dillydallying with my laces so he could win...he straps on the velcro and gives me a big grin "i win!"

so i said "high five!" and he asks me: "is that your good hand or your bad hand?"

so i showed him my two hands and asked "which one is eemoh's bad hand?"

he points to my right hand (the one with the scar), and i say "yup, we only high five with the good hand, right?"

"right!"

and he gives me a high five.

i love that my 3 year old nephew remembers i had surgery and that he's supposed to be careful around my hand. and how he puts his head on my shoudler when i pick him up after a nap. and getting a "good morning eemoh" to start my day.

it's comforting to know that i won't be homeless.

on a side note, it's going to be a medical kind of day. flu shot, dentist, hand therapy, surgeon. i'm scared.