There are still good days. There are still bad days.
But these two are helping me daily to see the joy in life.
Even when they wake me up at 6 a.m. on a Saturday because they want breakfast.
I love them!
I know that the stories about life here in The Little House has been a little dark and dreary lately.
Lots of hard and complicated stuff Prince Charming and I have to deal with these days.
But we are doing okay. We talk a lot . . . we cry sometimes . . . we hug & kiss & say “I love you” a lot.
When things get to rough . . . there’s always Rocky and Millie to put a big smile on our faces. They seem to know when Mommy and Prince Charming need some extra puppy love.
There are good days. There are bad days.
These are the days that make us treasure our happiness.
We’re gonna be just fine.
I got the news yesterday that a friend of mine from high school died unexpectedly.
I saw him at our 30th class reunion in August. He was as funny and friendly as ever.
I saw him at the funeral of the parent of my bestest friend in November. He smiled at me and hugged me when I saw him.
I had planned to call his office to get an insurance quote because I was thinking of changing insurance carriers. But I never got around to it because all of the quotes I was getting were way higher than what I was already paying. I regret not making that call now.
He was part of the group that got together every few months for beer and pizza at the pizza place in the little town where we grew up . . . we’re realizing that 50 is just around the corner and mortality is starting to hit us between the eyes. Losing parents, losing former teachers, kids starting college, the birth of grandkids. Yea, we’re starting to feel kind of old.
If someone has been sick, or has a serious medical problem . . . you are sort of prepared for them to pass away. But when it happens out of the clear blue sky for no apparent reason . . . and to someone you “just saw a month ago!” . . . it kind of shakes up your world . . .