Stephen
Saturday, February 4, 2012
How True
An artist depiction of His Highness tramping our Constitution.
H/T to the Drudge Report.
Stephen
Stephen
Bits and Pieces
It's quiet this morning. I hear the wind chimes, birds, the angry chatter of a squirrel. and Sweet Wife's gentle footsteps as she putters around the house. I'll miss her next week when she returns to work.
Little Bit had a nice long visit with us last evening. She walked into the family room and to my chair and gently placed her hands on my face. She leaned and gently gave me a tiny kiss. Asked if she could really sit in my lap. I took her and placed her on my right leg, she leaned into me and I wrapped my arms around her. We didn't say a word, each to the other, for several minutes. I soaked in her love.
Then, "Papa."
"Yes, Sweetheart."
"Don't ever leave me again."
"I'll try, Honey, but Papa couldn't help it. I was sick, Honey."
"Did you try to go to Heaven, Papa. Did you want to see your mommy?"
I glanced over at Sweet Wife. She's quietly shedding tears. Little Bit still has a bear hug on me.
"No, Punkin, Papa didn't want to go to Heaven. I wanted to stay here with you and Nana."
"Okay, Papa. Can you walk?"
"Yes, slowly. Why?"
"Cause you need to get up and go to my room. We need to play."
So, I stood and she took my hand in hers and we slowly walked to her bedroom. (We've set aside a room for her visits. She refuses to sleep in it. It's a long way from our room and nightlights just don't cut it.) She took a couple of dolls from her bed and gave me one. We played. After a few minutes she took my doll and placed it aside, then gently pushed me back on the bed. She snuggled. Then she slept. I held her and thanked the good Lord for such a gift. And, my life.
Stephen
Little Bit had a nice long visit with us last evening. She walked into the family room and to my chair and gently placed her hands on my face. She leaned and gently gave me a tiny kiss. Asked if she could really sit in my lap. I took her and placed her on my right leg, she leaned into me and I wrapped my arms around her. We didn't say a word, each to the other, for several minutes. I soaked in her love.
Then, "Papa."
"Yes, Sweetheart."
"Don't ever leave me again."
"I'll try, Honey, but Papa couldn't help it. I was sick, Honey."
"Did you try to go to Heaven, Papa. Did you want to see your mommy?"
I glanced over at Sweet Wife. She's quietly shedding tears. Little Bit still has a bear hug on me.
"No, Punkin, Papa didn't want to go to Heaven. I wanted to stay here with you and Nana."
"Okay, Papa. Can you walk?"
"Yes, slowly. Why?"
"Cause you need to get up and go to my room. We need to play."
Stephen
Thanks & Welcome
To my new friend and follower, WildChildT. She has a nice blog, http://wildchild-t.blogspot.com/, full of great information. She's also a foodie; what's not to love.
Wildchild, I promise to always answer any comments, good or bad.
Please, my dear friends, take a moment and visit her blog and give her a warm welcome.
Again, thanks and welcome. You are now among friends.
Stephen
Wildchild, I promise to always answer any comments, good or bad.
Please, my dear friends, take a moment and visit her blog and give her a warm welcome.
Stephen