{"id":879,"date":"2013-05-17T13:09:32","date_gmt":"2013-05-17T13:09:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kandynolesstevens.com\/?p=879"},"modified":"2013-05-17T13:09:32","modified_gmt":"2013-05-17T13:09:32","slug":"what-i-want-today","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/?p=879","title":{"rendered":"What I want today . . ."},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Reed70\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Last year for my dad\u2019s birthday, we bought tickets to a baseball game for the local boys of summer, Pensacola\u2019s very own \u2013 Blue Wahoos.\u00a0 After a much enjoyed Whataburger and sweet tea (of course) lunch, we headed on down to the stadium \u2013 sunscreen in hand.\u00a0 It was my first Wahoos game at a stadium right on Pensacola Bay.\u00a0 As we were approaching our section, we noticed two ladies hop up from some seats and two gentlemen in what appeared to be our seats.\u00a0 After a recheck with the ushers, the ladies that had left and the gentlemen now seated were, in fact, in our seats.\u00a0 They apologized and moved one section over.\u00a0 All was great until the ladies (and at this point, I use that term loosely) came back.\u00a0 One of them announced (well, more like hollered), \u201cYou are in OUR seats.\u201d\u00a0 I politely answered that in fact these were our seats.\u00a0 I tried to further explain, but was cut off by a woman with her face in mine yelling that she had paid good money<\/i> for these seats.\u00a0 I stood up and showed her my tickets as the usher stepped in stopping my mother from bopping her in the head.\u00a0 The usher showed the two where their husbands were sitting and that they had sat in the wrong section in the first place.\u00a0 Strangely, \u00a0no apologies were uttered.<\/p>\n

Sadly, I get her frustration.\u00a0 She wanted to watch a baseball game on Sunday afternoon, and she was proud<\/i><\/b> of her seats.\u00a0 I get it.\u00a0 Did I like being yelled at? Nope.\u00a0 But in the end, we all got what we came for that day.<\/p>\n

Right now, I am feeling a giant passel\u00a0of wants.\u00a0 Today, my son, my beloved red-headed boy, should be graduating from high school.\u00a0 But that isn\u2019t going to happen, because he and three sweet other babes\u00a0were killed when someone made a choice five years ago.\u00a0 I knew this day would come, and I am trying to hold it together with the best grace that I can muster.<\/p>\n

Here is a current list of my wants \u2013<\/p>\n