Monday, September 16, 2013


Today's news was awful.

The weather has been gray and cold. Our second frost warning of the fall has been issued.

Cold weather makes my pain issues worse, and that wears on my frame of mind too.

Work is rewarding. Work is frustrating. Work is.

Every day, I come home from work, to an empty house, and that doesn't really help my blahs either.

After work, I had some errands to run, and I did them, in a dreary sort of way. I had to drop something off at Buddy and Brianna's house. I stood on the sidewalk talking to them as William clung to his parents' legs and whined, hiding his face against their legs. I figured that he was tired, that he'd missed a nap, and didn't press him.

Our talking finished, I headed for the truck. I heard a wail and turned and William stood away from his parents, looking after me. He handed his father his sippy cup, and his mother the toy chainsaw that he'd used to 'hep' his grandfather cut a tree down just two days before. He came running down the sidewalk as fast as his little legs could carry him, his head thrown back, his arms wide. I dropped to my knees and flung out my own arms, and scooped him up and smothered him in kisses. "I give you many, many kisses, William!" and he laughed. I set him back down and said, "I love you," and the answer came back as it always does, "I love you too, Memaw!" and then he was running back to his mother and father who waited with his chainsaw and his sippy cup, just as fast as his little legs could carry him, his arms wide, his head thrown back.

You know, that one little moment balanced out a lot of crap.


KarenTX said...

awwwwwww.........sweet William! Knew exactly what his Memaw needed!

BUSH BABE said...

Sweet Williams are the best antidote!! I hope the news and general balance of life gets better... ♥

jeanie said...

It certainly does!!!

Hal Johnson said...

Love it.