Let me just come out and say it- I am a closet BINGO addict. I have not played in a very long time, but when my dad asked me to come to BINGO at our church last night I was thrilled. I have to admit, I may not have done an affirmation in the morning declaring that I was going to begin my 29 days yesterday, but I am a procrastinator. I mean a serious procrastinator, like wrote a college resume 5 hours before the application deadline procrastinator. So, about 2 hours before BINGO, I thought- I am going to give my first gift tonight.
With the recent drama engulfing my family's peace of mind, and my dad being my rock and person I can vent, especially with my husband's absence, I thought my gift would be a listening ear. Or just a quiet mouth- either way. So, I made my first day's gift a gift of peace to my dad. If he wanted to vent, I listened. I tried not to put in input, but just listen ( Ok, I slipped up once). I also gifted my dad BINGO for the night. For $12 and a couple bucks for hamburgers, we had a peaceful, fun evening.
I won BINGO for the first time in 5 years last night. But, the best gift I received from my giving was watching my ten-year-old sister diligently search for numbers on our cards, and a little time to escape my worries through the distraction of numbers and a couple of burgers.