are not gold or greenbacks, they’re time with loved ones and thinking about what you have loved and lost in life. Or what you missed.
I told one friend who was called up to serve our country today that if I had a son, he would be the one. He is honest, hard-working, strong, tough when needed, compassionate and must love his mother.
While giving him a hug goodbye I mentioned another to lighten the mood, another friend. I always wanted a big brother. I’m the oldest of four kids and had to blaze the trail. This is a guy that would have taken care of his little sister, kicked butt and took names later.
I don’t know that my dear husband has ever been in a fist fight, certainly not a gun battle because he would have won (we used to play Jurassic Park at Dave & Busters). He never needed to because words were enough. I do know that he is these two young men and his father and brother and mother and grandmother all put together that I call my husband of over ten years.
He loves my food and that I take care of him and the dog, but we talk work issues and do whatever we need to do to keep life limping along. Oh, that was me limping. Much better now.
I know girls have tuned out of this old lady’s blog but let me tell you something. Do you like coffee? Do you want to pick somebody you can drink coffee with for 50 years? Think about it.
Gents, same thing. Do you want that one-night stand? Or have you met the love of your life and are actually going to get to know her first?
We met all the parents and grandmother over a year, then eloped. Mostly because my parents were divorced, we wanted a very small wedding and didn’t have money but didn’t want anyone else to pay for it.
The greatest gift here is my husband and family (families) of over ten years. And our nine year-old dog Zoe, of course. My brother (happy birthday) called her “needy” as a pup. He was correct, as usual. That’s why he makes films and is up for an Emmy.
Yes, my brother. Emmy, documentary. We’ll see what happens. Of course we wish him well, hands up and paws up, Lassie, high ten! Cheers, Dee
ps K, she’s just mastering the High Five at nine years of age. If I can get her to do a ten will you win? d
Cooking with Dee 