Son's Day and boy love

 This week we celebrated "Son's Day" and as I looked at pictures of my son and step sons memories kept flooding my mind taking me back. Wondering how Paige and Beth will experience things with their sons.  There's the first time he grabs your hand and holds on tightly. Then, all the other times he grabs your hand before anyone else's. The way he'll gaze into your eyes when he's nursing and later he'll look to lock eyes to yours before he goes to school, before he steps up to bat. He'll bring you flowers. Sometimes it will just be a handful of weeds, but in his eyes they'll be pretty. It won't matter if he's three or thirty years old, your heart will skip a beat when he hands them to you. You'll feel so proud when he opens a door for you. You'll go crazy explaining how the universe and electricity works.  You'll want to help him all you can because one day he'll be a man and won't ask for help. If your lucky, really lucky you'll get to meet his child. 

Sleeping

 Every have one of those days where you're struggling not to take a nap? Then when it's actually time to go to bed it's just not happening.( in spite of the fact that you've skipped caffeine and sugar for several hours before bed time) That happened to me so I did a little extra sewing, swept the front porch, then watched the sunset. As soon as the sun faded, lightning bugs made their appearance. I love just watching them. Then, the whipper-or-will started his song. I know my head hit the pillow, but I don't remember closing my eyes. 

Nose Art

 Most people that know me know my vehicle. It's pretty easy to spot. It has a "I love Dacshunds" plate on the front. In the back, there's a weiner dog sticker with paw prints going up the back glass.  The outside is colored blue and is respectably clean most of the time. The windows are a lost cause. I gave up on keeping them clean a long time ago-so most of the time they proudly display nose art by my dogs. As soon as I clean them, I find a reason to take someone for a ride and the nose art is right in place.  I admit I've really, really been dragging my feet cleaning them this time. As soon as I clean the nose art off the window, I know that Dixie won't be leaving me any more art. I'd cry if I didn't have so happy memories of her in the car with me. 

How do you say Thank you for Loving me the way you do

 So today Dwight and I have been married eleven years. It seems like just yesterday that I moved in with him and we weren't so sure that we would even get married. But, we did and so, so many things have happened  since then. I know in my heart of hearts that things haven't always been perfect but when I think back, I can only remember the good and the laughter. So much laughter. He gets me in ways I didn't even know I needed gettin'. I'll be greedy and wish for eleven more. Here's to eleven more! Dancing in the kitchen. Walking on the beach. Exploring new places. Meeting new faces (we're expecting more grandchildren). More fishes. More wishes coming true.