Today I got another chance to uplift myself with the miraclesproject.  I mean how can I act pouty and mean when I want to create a miraculous life.  

Today Luke did two things that I wasn't happy with.  One was mostly a negative for him,  and the other affected me directly.  I got mad.  I blamed him.  Why is he always speaking for me,  and making my decisions.  Why does he judge me when I feel differently than he does.  And why does he think he's so great?  It went on for awhile.  I complained to Mary-Kate.  

Then I realized.  I could make the decision for myself.  I could tell the people involved that it wasn't convenient for me to have them over before 1 p.m.  So I told them,  and they came over at 1 p.m.  No one lost.  Everyone won. 

So when Luke and I spent the day together,  I didn't have to spoil it with angry feelings.  Many times,  when we blame others,  it's our own fault and we could change the situation--if we took responsibility.  

Luke and I took a purely peaceful and relaxing drive to B-town.  The leaves are turning and the sun was warm.  A perfect day for driving.  We stopped at Starbucks for coffee and to get our grandson a treat--half an iced doughnut--would this be greeted with more enthusiasm than the oatmeal cookies and blue berry muffins of the past??? We hoped so.  

I found out that Starbucks won't be making a diet hot cocoa this winter.  Unfair.  Still there's always low-fat lattes.

We picked Xander up at school.  We were just in time.  Perfect timing.  It's always a great moment when he jumps into the car with a smile and is so happy to see us.  

At home ( his home) Luke helped him with  homework.  It's better to do it as soon as we come in the door.  Later he's too tired.  He loved the doughnut and couldn't praise it enough.  He loved the taste,  the icing and the cream filling.  

He also loved the Star Wars Leapster game that we brought him.  

Violeta is reading,  more and more words.  As we were walking into Golden Chorral ,  she saw the word cut and read it.  Wow!  She's eighteen months.  Rain said that they went to the GC without us and Violeta wanted to know where we were.  She equates The Golden Chorral with Papa and me.  Isn't that the cutest.  

Dinner was delicious.  The food at the GC is actually great.  Followed by the peaceful ride home in the soft,  soft darkness.  We chatted quietly about sweet and happy things.  

And all that peace came from the initial decision to take responsibility for my own life,  and not sink into blaming others.