Because our wireless connection was down this morning, I couldn’t post Part II of our trip to Old San Juan (Part I here, and after writing it, I’m ready to go back!); our edited pictures are on my laptop, and although I could SEE them, I couldn’t upload them.

In the words of Eeyore, "O h, b o t h e r."

Then, we were off to the races for Stephen’s last two soccer games, followed by pizza and awards, which preceded an afternoon of trying to find play costumes for the dress rehearsal two of my children will be in, um….Monday (IF ANYONE CAN GET ME "LOUD" PANTS, A PLAID-flippin’-BOW-TIE, AND WHITE SADDLE SHOES FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, PLEASE EMAIL ME RIGHT AWAY!).  For some misguided reason, I didn’t think I’d have a problem finding the above. 

I was wrong.

Rather than whine about the rest of my afternoon (which was really just a bit of inconvenience compared to the "world hunger" in many of my friends’ lives :/), the following melted my heart–

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My oSock_hop_2ldest son received a birthday invitation from three of his middle school friends; these soon-to-be teenagers share birthdays occurring within days of each other and they decided to have a combined party at a local hamburger joint.  They’ve asked the kids to dress 50s style.

In a culture that’s focused on "me" so often, the last two lines of the invitation breathed fresh air: 

"In lieu of gifts you may bring an unwrapped pair of socks to the "Sock Hop".  The girls wish to donate the socks to [our local] Children’s Hospital." 

These girls are not from homes of "excess"…but their other-mindedness is an example to every one of those kids invited…and to their families…and now, to you, too :).

Cool, huh?

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