Call Me Sentimental

Of all living things, my favorites to be around are:  elderly, dogs, and children.

Maybe it's their innocence...

Or their desire to please...

They don't expect much from you...

Just a hug now and again...

A listening ear...

An appreciation for their kindness...

They seem to know your heart...

And can feel your love...

They've not been jaded by the worlds unfairness or undeserving blows.  Well...  the elderly have been there - done that - and have wisdom to share on how to get through it all.

Children.  Now, they see beauty in the simplest of things.

And if we can see through their eyes - if just for a moment - we can appreciate that simplicity.

Call me sentimental...

But when I saved Rissa's tiny baby bottle from four years ago,  to display the bouquet she would someday pick for me....

I knew I'd admire it through tears 

of remembrance one day... 

And it would make a most beautiful display...

On her fourth birthday yesterday, we had pizza... ice cream... and played in the yard.  She picked me the most gorgeous dandelions I've ever seen.

Dear Diary,

I'm feeling a lot better. If my mom wasn't such a stickler on following rules, I'd be taking long walks around the neighborhood by now.  She's getting on my last nerve > 'Gracie, quit running'   'Gracie, don't jump'  'Gracie, let me lift you onto the bed.' 'Gracie, don't chew your stitches'.  Humph.  

And then there's 'GRACIE!  YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE RUNNING'.

I appreciate that she took such good care of me, but I'm ready to get these stitches out and live again.  Gracie.