Cosmic…zzzzzzzzzzz.

Shaun and I brought the kids to his neices birthday party. They turned one this week and I have NEVER in my life seen more presents. If you don’t believe me, check my Flickr site and check the loot those little, bald headed princesses got.

In the middle of the excitement of the twin’s party, one of his Uncles asked if Shaun was going to church. Shaun came in and gave me the warning that the ‘church topic’ was out there and he wanted to give me a heads up.

I don’t normally talk about that because everytime I open my mouth about stuff that people have a strong opinion about, it’s usually ends with me getting me a bucket full of hate mail or glares from family members. Worth it? Nope.

National Geographic has a million different types of shows. Most of them are about how shit was created. The Sun, The Moon, The Earth, Clam Chowder. I Tivo all that stupid stuff because I need something to watch that will knock me out when I can’t sleep. There really is no hope of me ever being a scientist because I would fall asleep in class once they say, ‘cosmic’.
This last week was a Xanax and two Benedryl night. After I realized that wasn’t even working, I turned on “Naked Science” and watched, “How the Universe was Created” I made it half way through the show before I passed out. During the whole time I was watching it I was amazed at all the ‘other’ option. It wasn’t just God saying, “Let there be light.” there was a scientific reason of where all this stuff came from.
I watched the remaining part of the show the next night and was excited. It gave me another way to look at things and how things could have been created.

I told Shaun, “I’m not worried, if he asks me if I go to church, I’ll just tell him I watch National Geographic.”

At the party I looked around at all the twins, triplets and babies. I got down on the floor and bonded with this one baby boy that giggled when I played peek a boo. His mother handed me a bottle and I sat on the couch and fed him. He looked around the world with wonder and at my face probably thinking, “Whoa, who is this weird chick with the bad hair?” Everytime I popped up this one toy while he was eating, he laughed. It brought little tears to my eyes. He reached up and grabbed my hair and stared at it. His little feet kicked with excitement when I talked him in my dorky kid voice.

Sorry National Geographic…there is nothing cosmic about that little face that smiled up at me. That little package of perfectness was from a higher being.