My precious daughter-in-law-to-be... I have been with her off and on most of the day, helping her rearrange her cupboards, cabinets and closets to optimize her space and weve had so much fun doing it. Bless her heart, she has really cute things with a definite western flair and shes as neat as a pin but when it comes to decorating or utilizing her storage space---OMG! LOL! My son hit a lick when he met that young lady and by all accounts, hell never find anyone better, who is as devoted to him as she is. Its to the point of clingy sometimes and to put it as delicately as possible, since they both have learning disabilities and will both always need a power of attorney (hers being her father and one of her sisters and Beaus being his dad) it gets pretty interesting sometimes. Theres such a sweet innocence about them, her especially, that you seldom see anymore in couples. So this evening she was complaining that she hadnt seen him all day, like it had been months and after explaining to her for the hundred and leventh time that he was busy helping his dad with something else today, I was growing weary of hearing about it and I was beginning to get a little short with her; a good time for us to wrap things up for the day. We had just finished a bowl of strawberries and whipped cream at my place and she had gone to her apartment for the night when I felt a tug at my heart to go over and give her a hug. I could have been a little kinder to her when all she wanted was to be with my son and the longer I thought about it, the more I felt like a b with an itch. Yep, I needed to go give that girl a hug. Her kitchen light was still on so I went on in, where she was standing on the kitchen counter rummaging through her new-found medicine cabinet for a Band-ade. We had decided earlier that it would be a great place to keep her first aid stuff and medicines high and out of sight from children. She had nicked her finger while rinsing a mini blind we had put in the tub to clean and it was at this point that I walked in to give her a hug. Instead, I went and got my peroxide and some salve to put on it and as I helped her dress the cut I was suddenly overcome with a tremendous pity for her. She looked so vulnerable and precious to me in that moment that I had to fight hide my emotions. After all, it was just a little cut for Petes sake. Wouldnt I look like the idiot getting all sappy over a cut finger? After applying the Band-ade I told her my purpose for coming over in the first place was to give her a hug because I thought she could use one. So why was I the one who was suddenly choking up and full of emotions when I hugged her? It wasnt THAT big of a deal, I thought but a whimper from her made me look into her face and in a barely audible voice with tears streaming down her cheeks, she whispered. Today would have been my moms birthday but two years ago this November, she passed away. Yep, Im a puddle.
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 10:10:36 +0000
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