Today is the day we travel. The day the philosopher starts work again towards that new life he has dreamed of . . . worked so hard for.
Studying. . . studying . . . studying
He’ll study more. . . and work towards a Masters
and Henry the giant puppy won’t be the only one to miss him. This pup has claimed that one as his own.
I keep finding my gift counting is lasy.
and I haven’t shown you how the sun has washed away the color from my hydrangea’s. . . I totally love what it’s done.
a talk with the man who wears the white collar
a walk through the Mercy Door
the man with the big laugh who loving us so much
and impromptu tea party with my girls
swimming alone in that great big pool
that fisherman of mine who works so hard
hands that can fix broken down cars
all of us in pews together