My self employed, multi talented, fisherman husband wore his electrical hat the other night, and has begun to repair this wagon wheel light for one of our much loved customers. When he walked away to get another tool, and I saw how he had laid things out I couldn’t help myself. I moved the table into the stream of light coming through the window, plopped down the plant and started shooting.
It’s officially – the philosopher is a real philosopher now. We have the proof in writing, and it’s in latin. He graduated in May. Our trip to Kansas was a dream come true for me – all of us piled into the car, healthy and happy making the 1000 mile trip to collect our oldest son and see him walk in that cap and gown. For this son the summer brings: outside work in the 100 degree heat of pressure washing, yard work, fixing fences, watching over past employers who have grown old and gray, seminars and diligent studying for the next step in his college life.
Charming is vigorous in his studies too, and has elected summer school for himself. He tells me he’s afraid if he takes the summer break he may not want to start up again. You see, school has never been his thing. But, this thing called studying – he has learned to embrace; he studies, and studies, and studies so one would never know his truth. His true love is working with his hands. He’s an artist, a people person. He knows he must pay the debt now and get the job called schooling done.
The girl who loves music has graduated from our little homeschool, being the third graduate under this roof. This girl, the girl who just graduated from high school two weeks ago, the girl who loves music has 27 college credits under her belt. She plans to continue at the local college and earn her first degree – just as her brothers have done. All to soon we will be packing up the car to take her to the college of her choice. She has started working at a little pizza shop, and you know what? She likes it. Of course she does – there must be music playing in the restaurant.
The girl with the dancing feet is on a break because the dancing school is closed for the month of June. She’s getting itchy though and has started to practice by moving tables and chairs and embracing her tap shoes once again – tapping on anything that makes a sound. Tap . . . Tap . . . Tap
The fisherman is still doing so very well – transplant – (that’s Emory talk for our team of organ transplant doctors who watch over the fisherman) are watching very closely. They are still calling for blood work every week or two. We make the 150 mile trip grabbing coffee in the early morning ride . .. . get stuck in the early morning commute – he gives the sample with a smile, and then back on the road grabbing lunch at any new little joint we can find . . . and then home by 4.
425.) paying bills on time
426.) knowing what’s right
427.) everyone home working together
428.) clean cars
429.) doctors watching so close
430.) girls who can do shopping
431.) love notes from little hands
432.) doors wide open
433.) books to read
434.) coloring time with my girl
435.) phone calls for work
436.) people always asking . . . how is he?
437.) the answer . . . he’s so good
438.) new beginnings
439.) hard working hands
440.) people who really love me