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When your mother looks you in the eye and tells you she has one last wish, you lean in close to make sure you hear every word of it.  Of course she tells you she wants to see her home again.  "Just one more time".

This is what my sister experienced a few weeks ago.  Broken hearted, she decided this wish would come true.

And it did today.

Night Nights

A few weeks ago, I embarked upon The Great Purge.  That's when I open boxes that have been hugging the ceiling for several years at the top of linen closets.  I found some interesting things.  Photos, seashells, cards and letters, toys and stuffed animals...

Memory after memory dug ruts in my cheeks and paper cuts assaulted my fingers as I devoured each sheet of paper, many with grades housed in felt tip circles along with a cutesy sticker or a hand drawn smiley face.

Baby Daddy

 

I love this man.  After all, he cooks all our meals, he cleans, he does laundry and only watches the grainy black and white War channel when I'm not at home.

He rides his mountain bike every day and swims laps at least four times a week.  He does this to stay healthy and fit so he can keep taking care of me as we grow old.  Older.  Like losing our hearing old and going out to dinner at 4:00 p.m. old.

Drivers Ed

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A Blonde Walks Into a Convenience Store...

 

I busted Mama out of the nursing home today and we went to see my sister Beth and afterwards, visited my favorite new store, Sand and Soul Designs in Sopchoppy. Afterwards, I wanted to take her to get ice cream and was advised (by three people) to stop by Rocky's Wakulla in Medart because they have really good frozen yogurt! I'd never been there but have heard it's a pretty cool place, and since it's right by the nursing home, I thought I'd give it a try.

Eli, Part IV, Liver-Hold the Onions

Shooting my dog up with Humulin twice a day was a lot easier than I thought it would be.  Each morning when I took him outside, I had to hold a test strip in his urine stream to test his sugar.  From there, I would calculate the proper dosage to give him and we'd be good until that evening.  Twice a day, every day.  It got to be so routine that Eli would notice me filling a syringe, walk over to me and stretch out his neck so I could give him the needle.  Okay, it's probably because I gave him special treat after every injection.

Eli, Part III - Pork Dog

We met the foster on a Saturday morning at PetSmart.  Eli accepted our love and kisses as if we'd had him since he was a puppy.  Underneath his wheat colored fur that covered his face, were two beautiful, big brown eyes that sparkled like Christmas morning.  As soon as we could have him groomed, we'd make sure to have the fur cut so it wouldn't cover his eyes anymore.  Sheep dog types are used to this though and it wasn't uncomfortable for him, we just wanted to be able to see his pretty eyes.

Eli, Part II, Hide Your Heart

It had been far too long since I'd had a dog.  As much as I loved my husband and kids, my heart ached for more.  I needed a furry companion.

Days crawled by despite my busy schedule.  I was working full time while raising an eight year old and a two year old.  It was November of 2001 and the holidays were fast approaching.

Since meeting Eli on November 8th, I had thought of little else.  The play ran for 10 days so I knew, and I warned my boys, that we would not find out if he would be coming to live with us until after the 18th. 

Eli

 

When he leaned in and whispered, "Please, can we get him, Mom?",  I was already two thoughts ahead of him.

We were sitting a few rows back in the Tallahassee Little Theater on opening night of Annie.  I had noticed him in the playbill and learned he was being fostered because like Annie, he was an orphan as well.After the curtain fell, I found his foster mom and told her I was interested.

She took down my information with a promise to keep me informed on any decisions that would be made. 

Then a line began to form.  

New Year Relic

 

The last time I woke up in my childhood home on New Years Day was when I was 17.  I got here on Thursday morning and wouldn't see my own home again until Sunday night. 

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