Wading in Wet Grass.

 Wading in Wet Grass.

 

Yes, it began to rain pretty steadily before daybreak, but it continued to rain off and on most of the morning. And no, Blake cannot mow the grass when it is still raining. So, this hill is going to stay green and swishy until the rain stops and the sun comes out to dry things off. We could probably cut enough grass for hay if we had a rake and a baler!

 

Finished a book this morning that had tears running down my face. It reminded me so much of Lewis and how sweet he was and how determined he was not to cause any trouble or problems for his family. The children loved him dearly, including the ones who were ours by marriage (in-laws). But no amount of love can stop cancer or some of the other diseases that take folks. Sometimes it just hurts to remember and wish we could be together again. In God’s kingdom things may be completely different so that marriage or relationships might not be the same as what we think of today, but in my heart, this love will never be lost. It’s just hard to live life without the ones we love next to us.

 

Posted a picture on FB today of my parents when they were just married. Mom was 15 and Dad was 17 when they married. This was back during WWII. In November they turned 16 and 18 right before Dad had to go to the army. Sterling was born June 27 while Dad was up north getting ready to ship out to Europe with a tank replacement battalion. Then Congress decided not to send any more tanks to Europe. Go figure. Anyway, Dad and the rest of the battalion got sent back home! Don’t think Dad was even in the army for two years!

 

Spoke with my friend AnnaBeth Graf the other day and told her about meeting up with Sybil and Carl Moser. She was so happy to hear about them. She is the last of that generation of the Graf family. She is a Graf by marriage, but still, she grew up (as wives often do) in that big family of men. She also said that she was so glad that she had moved back here from Mississippi so that she could get to know her son Dennis better. Things sometimes work out in families in strange ways.

 

We have family in Louisiana near a place called Bastrop. Sterling said that our cousins Donald and Mable picked him up there at the bus station when he was in the army and kept him for a weekend. Funny that just recently their oldest daughter posted on FB, and we got caught up a little. Sterling said that now his youngest son is down there and saw our parents’ picture posted on FB. Now it makes me wonder if Debbie Pollard McGee has seen it. She would recognize my parents.

 

It’s actually pretty cool today—about 60 degrees at nearly 6 p.m. Patty reminded me this morning about the saying, “April showers,” but the weather still doesn’t exactly feel normal to me. NOT that this is any form of griping! Pretty sure 60 degrees would feel super wonderful in June even!

 

Just looked for my “Rise and Shine” chicken pajamas. Haven’t worn them since Jennifer got them for me, but tonight feels like a PJ night. Covered Thompson up in his special blanket and put Sylvia on a thick pad on the end of my bed. She would undoubtedly prefer to sleep on top of me or at least as close as she can get. Both of these dogs are so very sweet. God gives us angels with four feet and feelings similar to our own. We are so very blessed to know love as it is given to us freely. May we reflect that same love to others.

 

Let us remember to pray that some kind of stability will come to pass in Iran. No one can negotiate with terrorists, even our deal making president. May God give our president and those surrounding him the common sense they need to deal with this terrorist nation of Iran. And may better minds begin to lead that nation without guile.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.