“Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone”

In the early stages, post-divorce I totally agreed with the words of that song but today, it’s a matter of I didn’t know what I wanted until I got it. At my loneliest (scroll down, y’all remember) I was so concerned that I wouldn’t find a closeness like I had with the ex-husband. Now, I’m thankful I don’t have a man in my life who is like the ex.

Can I tell y’all how much I’m digging dating an intelligent man? That is soooo dang sexy! So I’m working on a personal statement for an honor society I’m trying to get elected to and I forwarded it to him for his opinion/assistance. This is so not something I could have done with the ex or even with my favorite rebound man since both of them had ummm let’s just say substandard writing skils. But anyway, I sent it to him and his initial comment was that he liked where I was going with the statement and it sounded pretty good to him. He gave a few tips and I thought that was the end of that. How about today he reworked the whole statement and it just FLOWS!!! It’s exactly what I was trying to get across. He is THAT guy! I appreciate his level of concern, his support, and his follow-through. I am ever amazed at how well we mesh and how I can start the sentence and he completes it. He even went to the website for the honor society to get a feel for what the honor society is all about and what they are looking for. Ok wow!

Twice this week I’ve had to be “Super-Doc” on the street. Sunday when we were coming back from Cos.tco, a little boy was hit by a car. The kid had to be about 6 or 7 years old. He was with teenage cousins and ran out into an extremely busy street. The cousins made the mistake of picking up trying to carry him to safety (side note- NEVER NEVER NEVER move someone when they are hit by a car). I stopped the car and Coach dials 911. I grabbed my stethoscope and went to check on the little boy. Nasty gash on the back of the head but he was on the surface ok. Crying is sometimes a good thing, because it lets us know that you are still functioning. I stayed with him until the ambulance got there and then proceeded with the day. Coach asked me if I was okay. I had to remind him that although I can be extra sensitive, there is a certain level of professional detachment needed to care for an injured child. The second episode was at the Little League game yesterday. One of his players got hit in the shin (pretty dang hard). I made sure it wasn’t broken, stretched it out and iced it down. Coach is always so proud of me. He calls me his personal physician (Dr Death when nobody is around).

Ok so I’m procrastinating, guess I’ll get back to work.