Bailey has super-sensitive hearing. This morning there was no roadblocks to his under-breath growling. It was soft for a growl, but his voice was packed with attitude. He did not like whatever it was he was hearing. Gerrrrrr, bark, gerrrrr, merrrrr, woof
It's fine. He is simply saying, "Alert Alert Alert, someone or something is intruding on our space. Take notice. I am guarding. I am notifying. I am protecting my mommy's territory." What a wonderful pup Bailey is. I want to kiss and hug him all day long.
One who I do is my honey. You might remember, blog… my honey had back to back surgeries earlier this year. Me worried. Noooo. My whole family calls me the worrier. My heart felt like rotten prunes. But the good news is that he seems fine right now. Just a bit tired. Lots of tired. Many naps. Loss of juice [except for golf]. The best part of this pusillanimous experience is that we stopped by Swensen's Bakery on the way home and picked up some ambrosial coffee cake. [YUMMY] It was an excellent picker-upper.
Speaking of my honey. He makes the best darn cup of coffee this side of the Mason Dixon. Not just coffee. My honey has perfected the art of cookery itself. I think in another life, he must have been a chef. I know that one of his first jobs as a kid was working in a sandwich shop. But, hey, how does making sandwiches prepare a man for the skill, let alone willingness to cook meals… even from nothing! Before grocery day -- when the cupboards are mostly lacking in sustenance -- he has the uncanny ability to whip up a meal delight. He is a cook magician. Hash slinger extraordinaire. Culinarian. Sergeant of Easy Eating Food.
Well, blog, my honey is special, and I am grateful to be his wifey. He is my blessing, my joy, my reason to wake up in the morning.
Being a good mom is so important to me. Being a good wife makes me a better person, and that makes me a better mom. It's a circle. How can I be the person I want to be if I fail at one or the other. These roles fit together like a puzzle to make the picture of me that adds dimples to my smile.
Of course, being a good person starts with my responsibility to follow God's teachings. And that is an ongoing class. My mind is filled with what I learned as a kid, going to parochial school, which included Catechism lessons. So I have the basics [I think]. I am by no means a religious scholar, but I believe I know enough to knock on heaven's gate… assuming I pay attention to the rules. I do.
Today is Sunday and it is TV church day. Yes, we travel to our parish church, and yes we sometimes miss attending [but not gifting]. We gift by mail rather than by pass-the-hat. But there are days, like today, that TV church is the way to go. With the Internet and broad TV channels, there is no problem finding a Catholic mass. Check check. That's done.
It's mow-the-lawn day for my honey. I have tried to get him to hire a lawn service, and he does sometimes. Harrison came over two weeks ago and mowed the law. He was earning money to buy something. I think it was XBox. Not sure. But we loved his diligence and rewarded him with the appropriate payment for lawn mowing services rendered by our God son (and grandson). He just turned ten, so this is a sign of things to come from this ambitious child.
Happily, blog, I am eager to say how abundantly appreciative I am of each and every member of my family. I thank the Lord for the life and personal prosperity that surrounds one and all. It is a good day today, blog.
What are you thankful for?
