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December is a busy month at our house. I know it’s busy for most people. We’ve just added to its intensity a bit. My wife and I got married in December. This year we celebrated our 20th. We went away to Myrtle Beach for a few days. Then there’s Christmas and the trip to WV to visit family. Next comes our youngest’s birthday. Then New Year’s. And we’re just getting started.
We have two more birthday in January; my wife’s and our oldest’s. It really keeps us hopping. It also makes gift giving hard. You always have to remember to hold back somethings for the birthdays. If you forget and give everything you’ve thought they might like, you find yourself in a bind when their birthday roles around.
Still, we are truly blessed. I appreciate all that I have. God is good.
Conversation between me and my son on Sunday.
Son: I can’t find my dark socks.
Me: You’re wearing sweat pants. You don’t wear dark socks with sweat pants.
Son: I wanted to wear my brown dress shoes like you have on.
Me: Those don’t go with your pants. You just need white socks and tennis shoes.
Son disappears upstairs. Returns with slacks on.
Son: I still can’t find my dark socks.
Me: Did you think about that before you changed your pants? You need to go get ready it’s time to leave for church.
He disappears back upstairs.
Son: I found my dark socks.
Me: Where were they?
Son: In my sock drawer.
Me: You didn’t think to look there first?
This is Kelly.
She’s our dog. She’s scared of loud noises. She hides when she hears gun shots from the hunters outdoors. She hides when a storm blows in. She also thinks she’s a cat. (This is Luke.)
We used to have another dog, Smores. Kelly and Smores were best buds. They would hang out together and chase away all the cats. Smores was hit by a car. Kelly became desperate for company. She allowed the cats, actually just the male cats, to hang out with her. She’s started acting like a cat. She licks and cleans herself like a cat. But with her, it’s a loud slurping noise. She likes to do this in the middle of the night.
Last night, I let Kelly into our bedroom to sleep. I knew when the storms rolled through she’d be searching for us anyway. As a preemptive strike, I let her start out there. But at 2:00 am she started cleaning herself, with the loud SLURP, SLURP, SLURP. I’m telling her to stop it, but it’s too late. We’re both awake.
We’re dragging a little bit today. Tonight the dog is sleeping elsewhere. Anyone want to adopt a dog?
Once a week I take the boys out. Sometimes we do some shopping or go someplace special. Lately, being sons of their father, we’ve been going to the library. Last night we went out to dinner, Arby’s, to the library, to office depot, and then to Barnes and Noble. They like their books.
On the way home, the song “I Can Only Imagine” came on the radio. However, they don’t sing “I can only imagine.” They’ve evidently discovered Christian Comedian Tim Hawkins on youtube.
Steady on . . . 