It's Gone

To fully appreciate what I am about to say, you may want to go back and re-read my April entry

 HERE.

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So there I was in church today... thinking...  wondering.  Did they tear down my brother's old house yet?  I had forgotten to look on the way in.  I had this funny feeling though, that they had.  I made a mental note to myself to check on my way out.  And when I did, I couldn't find it.

Wait. 

I thought maybe it was hiding behind some trees.  I second guessed myself assuming that I was not looking far enough beyond the trees.  It was there last week.  

It couldn't just disappear in one week.  

But it had.

Jim's voice could be heard somewhere inside my head, "I'll be coming home in the spring to go through the old house."  

It was his anchor, that old house, for a very special and long season of his life.   

I cried all the way home. 

Then I wiped away my tears and enjoyed the here and now.  Grand-angels came to swim and eat pizza, shrimp and ice cream and play games in the yard. 

Anvil enjoyed the attention...

and so did Gracie.  

Dear Diary,

Today I learned that I am the master.  I always thought dad was the master.  But the CupCake and ShortStuff said I was the master.  And they started walking like me and following me through the yard acting like me.  Imagine that?  Me, a master...  Now.  To convince dad of this...  Gracie.

Liking You

Whether it's wearing your Grammy's best shirt...

Or dressing to the T in purple silk and lace...  

If, at the end of the day, you like the person looking back at you in the mirror...

You are honoring God.  For it is He who has created you.  In His Image.

Yep

Grabbed this badge from Facebook.  It describes my thoughts for the day.

Hope everyone is enjoying their weekend.

Dear Diary,
I wonder if my mom even knows.  How much I love her.  When she walks in the room I get excited.  When she asks if she can sit in her chair, I don't mind jumping down and letting her sit there, that's really why I'm there to begin with - so she will notice me... and ask me to get down.  When she sits on the floor with me and rubs my ears and looks in my eyes, I am comforted.  When she leaves her slippers on the floor, they become a part of her that I can be close to when she is busy doing something else.  Without my pack, I'd be lost.  Dad.  Mom.  Me.  We are inseparable.  (except when they leave me here all alone to do people stuff such as marketing, movie, shopping, visiting, etc.)  hey... wait a minute. that's no way to treat a pack member.  Poor me.   Gracie.