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Love.
Patience. Caring. Exhilarating. Breathless. Trusting. Responsibility. Reflux. Tums. Bad breath. Green blanket. Misshapen toe. Exhausting. Inspiring. Relentless. Sleeping. Careening. Fidgeting. Organizing. Sharing. Anxiety. Hopeful. Worry. Giving. Selfless. Head ache. Mood altering. Life changing. Wonderful. Faith restoring. Humbling. Family. Forever. Thank you.
A song once said that the power of love is a curious thing: it makes one man weep and another man sing. I’m not sure they had it quite right. It can make the same man weep AND sing. THAT is the power of love. It keeps you on your toes. It will help you forget your woes. It’s late, I’m about to doze.
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Looking up.
Christy is flying up. My birthday is coming up. Everyone else’s birthday is coming up. Our trip to New England is coming up. Beth continues to grow up. What’s there not to like? If we could just plan that trip to New Orleans that we’ve been meaning to take for the last three years we’d really be cooking.
What keeps you from traveling? For us, there are a number of factors. There’s money, cash, moola, dough, currency, legal tender, savings, credit, and funds; all of which are insufficient (as in: insufficient funds, etc…). Beyond the big issues there’s work, school, and a general sense of malaise. There just seems to be one thing after another. Cheryl’s sick, I’m sick, my allergies are bothersome, then Cheryl’s are. One surprise, Beth has been the picture of good health. There was a time, not so long ago, that Beth went through colds like I go through socks. Not anymore my friend! (I know that’s not a complete sentence, just give me a break. I know this it takes two to have this conversation and I’m one short, but give me the benefit of the doubt.) There is one person in particular that will not find this amusing, assuming that someone else will.
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Working just hard enough.
Life at the office has been productive of late, much to the delight of my boss. The backlogs are disappearing as my list of accomplishments grows larger. I am the champion. O.K., I’m over doing it a little. It does feel good to contribute to a job well done though. And it is a job well done, if I do say so myself.