Him: Thanks for making coffee…I know you made it to drink, but I appreciate it.
Me: I was just testing it for you honey. To make sure it is fabulous enough for my sweetheart.
[Stifled snortling.]
Him: Thanks for making coffee…I know you made it to drink, but I appreciate it.
Me: I was just testing it for you honey. To make sure it is fabulous enough for my sweetheart.
[Stifled snortling.]
Light doesn’t appear as manna from heaven. It doesn’t come with the next relationship or promotion. It’s not a perk or winning the lottery or a clean bill of health from the doctor.
Love creates light.
Vega woke us crying last night, unable to move his back legs. I laid next to him on the floor and comforted him until he quit crying. This morning, I took him to the vet. He was diagnosed with straddle thrombosis and the vet recommended putting him to sleep because of the extremely poor prognosis and painfulness of the condition. We did. He was 7 years old.
He was the sweetest kitty in the world, and I miss him dearly already. We we very lucky to have him in our lives.
I love you, Vega.
People keep asking me, “How are you and Chip getting along?” They wonder, because he and I are home together all day now, since November.
“I love it!” I tell them–and they always seem kind of surprised at the response. Continue reading Yes, we really like being with each other.
Valentine’s Day–I wanted to exchange my crockpot. What an incurable romantic, huh? So we went out to WalMart to trade the broken-lid one I just bought with an intact version in the bizarre snowing/not-snowing weather. We hit up KFC for our meal, inexpensive but still a treat. And we went home to eat and watch some shows and be together.
My husband and I usually have “non-traditional” holidays. That means we pay attention to what we care about, and not what the world says we should care about. We care about each other. Continue reading Valentine’s Day – Love’s in the Little Things
When my daughter moved, she put my husband in charge of watching me. Yeah–watching me. That’s how she said it, too.
“When I’m gone, you’re in charge of watching Mom, Dad. You have to keep her from hurting herself.”
I’m protesting, but I could as well be 4 years old for all the mind being paid. If it wasn’t so funny, I could be offended I’ve just been assigned a babysitter. Continue reading Captain Safety is My New Babysitter
My husband is not working. And while there are definitely downsides, there are a number of things to appreciate as well.
It’s just been a wonderful gift at a time that would have been more difficult in many ways without it, and I appreciate every moment I get to enjoy our time together.