In the next room, Melissa and her fiance are sitting across from each other at a craft table cutting out and fluffing up their tissue paper flowers which will show up on August 13 on a table at their wedding reception. I can't hear every word, but there is a quiet whisper as they talk about their future hopes and dreams. There is love in those whispers of words I can't really hear.
Upstairs, I can hear the soft mumble of a television where I know that my youngest daughter, Erika, sits with her husband enjoying a quiet moment alone together.
My dear husband, Terry, is wayyyyyy upstairs suffering from pneumonia. (at least I know where he is!) I hate that he is sick on Father's Day of all days. I am so in love with him. He has been such an amazing father to those two girls (as well as to his other four who, unfortunately, live in other cities and states!)
And, one more picture to add to this bliss is the picture of our three dogs. Yup! The dogs. For all the times I have cursed them, I know that they are a huge part of this household. Yes, I do love them.
Life is good.
1 comment:
You just painted a serene perfect picture.
I'm trying to catch up but even as I write this, Levi has slipped out the front door and I'm still in my jammies...... needing to go and find him.
I'd like the rocking chair and holding a wee baby at the moment.
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