This post has nothing to do with counting blessings on ten fingers and toes… rather, today marks the first time I have had to close my eyes and count to ten to keep from acting out in anger.
Today, while enjoying some good food and company in a public place, I heard through the clanking of flatware and dishes – “That baby looks weird! Look at that baby, Dad. Dad, look at that weird baby, it looks weird.”
Ouch. Ouch so deep that I almost threw up. I almost screamed. I almost grabbed my children and ran. But I was stuck, stone-still, absolutely shattered. It was the fathers reply that made it so maddening. “Yeah.” He said.