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Part One:
I went shopping a few nights before Christmas with a friend of mine. We finished up about 11 pm. We talked for a bit and then I headed home.
Let me set the stage: We own a three-story Victorian home (2-family). We live on the 2nd and 3rd floors. Our bedrooms are on the third floor in the front of the house. We use the back door entering on the second floor. Got it!
I arrive home at 11:30 pm to find the door to the kitchen dead bolted. I do NOT have a key to this lock on my keyring. I bang on the door to no avail. I call the house phone, call the house phone, call the house phone...for amost 30 minutes. I walk outside and call again while setting the car alarm off....no response. I begin to think "where can I sleep tonight?" I walk back inside to the kitchen door and call again. I listen.... I hear a faint noise...yup. It is my daughter Larissa crying. She walked downstairs to the kitchen...I call out.
"Larissa, come to the door!"
"Mommy, where are you?"
"I am outside the door. Where is Daddy?"
"He is sleeping."
"Go wake him up."
"No, he's a sleep." (note: she never hesitates to wake me!)
"Larissa, go wake Daddy. Tell him Mommy is outside and can't get in."
Off she goes.... I wait a few minutes and call the phone again. I hear him now...he is opening the door....40 minutes has passed!!! What can he say....what does he say????
"I'm sorry, honey."
I would like to say I passed the love test. Well, he is still walking and healthy so perhaps I did pass!!! I did get to sleep in till 10 am!!
Part Two:
We were at a friends for New Year's Eve and leave to come home. We have bundled our three sleeping girls into the van. We head home... it is about 3:15 am. As we approach I notice the front lights on....and ask "Honey, Why are the front lights on?"
His response "I'll take the girls up the front stairs."
"OK."
He heads to the front door.....I say "Honey, I don't have a key to that door on my keyring."
Brian locked the deadbolt to the kitchen door again.
I am not sure what I said.....He got the 30 ft ladder out of the garage and climbed to a second floor window and climbed in. This did take quite a bit of time.
Once we got into the house, three girls in bed and myself in bed it was almost 4:30 am. At this time I was sooooooooooo cold it took some time to warm up before I could fall asleep.
LOVE..... is defined by how quickly you get over the little and not so little things.
Hope this gave you a laugh.....'cause I wasn't laughing!!!!
~Robin 
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| January 03, 2008 |
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| I'm not laughing either! I'm thinking you need to make some key copies! ;) |
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| January 03, 2008 |
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| Both the stories are wonderful and very encouraging. May the good Lord continue to use you as His witness over the Internet. |
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| January 03, 2008 |
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Hey if it helps....I am a widow and this story warmed my heart...when someone is gone and we don't have them anymore...you really understand the small stuff....
Bless you and your family....be thankful for each other! I'm sure you are!!! |
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| January 03, 2008 |
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| Hehe, what fun to run, sorry though that it was at your expense Robin! |
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| January 04, 2008 |
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| Ohhh, Robin...poor shivering thing you! You have all my empathy...I would have kicked the door in and bought a new one. I get impatient when our room mate locks the front door and I have to search for my keys--much less wait out in the cold. |
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| January 04, 2008 |
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I think you might be able to define love by how long it took you to get warmed up....hehe...
Oh and if you all thought I was talking about sex, noooo, I was thinking about how wives seem to really like to warm up their feet by placing them close to husbands bodies...now that's love !!!! |
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| January 04, 2008 |
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Thanks for all the comments. I can laugh about it now.
Dennis- I actually didn't think of putting my feed on his chest (my favorite place)... guess I was just too tired. |
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| January 04, 2008 |
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| Hi, Robin--last time I was locked out of my apt. I wasn't following the Lord. I was really drunk. I went through all kind of nonsense trying to get in--almost was going to break the door windowpane with a brick. But I tried the door twice using a credit card (it wasn't deadbolted); and on the second try I got in. Then I went to undress and my keys had been in my back pocket the whole time. |
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| January 07, 2008 |
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Hi Robin!
I so enjoyed these stories hearing about them first hand, but laughed even harder reading your blog. Remember when I told you that there were times when I would tell my boys they were lucky God made them so cute? Applies to husbands sometimes too!!!
Love the new pictures!!
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| January 14, 2008 |
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| Dena--You are too funny!!! You are right though--there are times where my husband is blessed God made him so cute!! |
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