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the wowness of my life

So today I discovered one could eat acorns. And why that is exciting, is because I didn't know it before. Apparently they are rather yuck if you eat them raw, possibly even toxic, so you need to boil them wash them boil them a bunch of times then let them dry then roast and eat like nuts or make into flour. I haven't tried it yet so pls don't try it unless you've researched it yourself. I discovered the acorn things while searching for recipes on how to make almond milk. Almond milk is apparently yummier then soy and rice. I don't think we get it here in sunny South Africa hence the recipe search. Still have to try it but I'm looking forward to that. We do the rice milk which is not super appertising and have started getting Alexander chocolate soy milk and yoghurt but there seems to be some debate on the genuine health benefit of too much soy. I wish I knew what to believe. The funny thing is despite the lack of cheese (which Alexander and I love, was the only thing I wanted when preggie with Alexander) and cream and butter and much other stuff, I am in my element. It feels like there is a world of possibility, of new things to discover. That is pretty wow to me.

Today my sister arrived from out of town with her boyfriend and their daughter and her boyfriend's sister. We've been waiting a while for them to come. The wowness of my sister being here is that my beautiful sister is alive and well and mommy to my beloved niece Ella. I know it was also wow for my parents to have their 4 children together, happy and enjoying being together.

Life is almost never easy. First thing this morning Alexander fell and bit his lip really badly. My dad's bank card was done in in an ATM fraud thingy. We still don't know what we are supposed to be doing about finanance. In the midst of all this God offers hope and love and the things that make my heart happy. That is wow in my books


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