Micah got laid off right before Christmas. Now, before you feel sad or upset for us, let me just tell you that we’re actually kind of excited about it. We’re using it as an opportunity to take the risks that we’ve been really afraid of taking and we’re hopeful and optimistic that this will prove to be one of the greatest things that ever happened to us. Or close. We’ve decided that instead of looking for a full-time job right away, Micah is going to freelance, mostly from home, and also continue to develop the personal projects that he’s been accumulating for years now with the hope of getting some of them on the market. So that is where we’re at. But that is not why I’m here writing to you this evening. I’m here because I wanted to tell you about the lasagna. Or should I say The Lasagna?
You see, there is a man in our ward who recently moved to New York to take a job after being unemployed for a while. When he heard the news of Micah’s layoff, it hit him pretty hard. He really felt for us. And he wanted to do something to help. Now, this man is a man who knows his way around the kitchen, and he does not do things half-way. His way of helping us out, cheering our souls, and giving us the strength to carry on, was to give us a big pan of lasagna. Big. Pan. of. Lasagna. He brought it to us at church and after we hauled it home, taking turns because it was so heavy, we decided we’d both probably be sore the next day. We weighed it just to see exactly how much pasta and meat and cheese and sauce we were talking about and it came in at 14 pounds. That’s almost like our two little boys, as newborns, in a pyrex casserole. (Of course the weight included the pyrex as well . . . .)
So cheer our souls he definitely did. And it looks like he might be feeding us until Micah gets his next paycheck, as well. For which we are so very grateful.