Mockingbird Hill Cottage
Don arrived home yesterday morning after flying all night long – sad to leave his father, happy to be home. Yesterday afternoon we found out my father-in-law had taken a turn for the worse in the hours after Don left. The doctor has said there is no hope. Even the strongest antibiotic has failed to help. And now we wait. Don is heartbroken.
Bless you, dear Lee.
The only time that Scout looks less than pure white is when she is in the snow. Oh, that girl loves some snow! She frolics, pounces and runs around like a crazy dog.
Happy New Year everyone! I have to share a little story with you. Yesterday morning, we woke to a light snow fall. It was truly beautiful. Husband was going on and on about how beautiful it was, what a wonderful day it was…you get the picture. He was in a great mood! Later, we went out and shoveled and husband took the car to the grocery store to stock up on some items. In the meantime, I called Heidi and was chatting with her. Husband arrived back home and came toward the kitchen door holding 4 or 5 bags. As is my custom, I opened the door and took the bags from him so that I could unload them. Husband turned back toward the car, presumably to shut the car door. Still talking to Heidi, I turned away to deal with the bags. When I turned back to the door, I saw my just under 6’5″ husband lying on his back in the snow, with a grin on his face. I was amazed and happy to see that his delight in the winter weather had led him to make a Snow Angel. I’d never seen him do this before! What a lovely, childlike thing for Don to do! All of this was happening while Heidi was talking away on the other end of the line. Then I saw Don get up and he was limping. What??? I opened the door and asked him what happened? Instead of making a snow angel, he had fallen on the ice and was grimacing in pain and embarrassment. I quickly hung up the phone and helped him in the house. His ankle had been twisted, but will be fine. When I explained to him that I thought he had been making a Snow Angel, he shook his head in disbelief and, eventually, laughter. We became rather giggly at the absurdity of the whole thing.
As the day went on, the more we thought of the “Snow Angel” story, the more we laughed. By the time I told the story to my sister, I was laughing so hard I could barely get it out without gasping for air! And that kind of laughter is wonderful, isn’t it?
So, if you can, go out and make a Snow Angel today and think of my husband when you’re doing it!
The most important news of the day is that it is my dear, wonderful husband’s birthday! Oh darling, have a wonderful day – I am sorry I can’t be with you, but we will celebrate when I get home. I love you more than words can say. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. If I go on too much longer, you will be embarrassed. So I will stop…for the moment. Riley and Scout, be good to your Dad today. Mind him and give him lots of cuddles!
Quilt update: The big quilt has been sewn together and the aqua fabric that you see at the bottom will be the border. I am almost done! The quilting, etc. will happen later when I am back at home. But my goal to get the top finished will be accomplished. Of course, I should have been packing. Tomorrow is packing day 1.
