It was 2010. You're mother and I had been married the previous year. Early in the year we moved out of our small apartment in Martinsville to a house less than a mile away, across 37. Your mother was in nursing school and I had recently become a shift supervisor at Starbucks Coffee Company in Martinsville.
In my new position I knew I would be working a lot of nights so when we moved to the new house I thought it would be a good idea to get a dog to be the "man of the house" while I was gone late at night. So we went to the Humane Society and found a little dog that your mother fell in love with immediately. I can still remember her opening his cage and him immediately resting his head on her shoulder as if to hug her for releasing him from his life of captivity. We named him Friday Thaddaeus. So we brought him home and our cat, Sunday, was not too happy about it. After about a week of them together, we let her outside and she didn't come back. After about a month of worrying, your mom got a call from a nice lady across town who had found a skinny, starving cat with our phone number on it. It was Sunday. She was a little banged up and had a 2 different kinds on infections. She got better and fat again. Her and Friday eventually learned to get along. So long as he knew that she was the boss.
We started a vegetable garden in our backyard, although it was quite a challenge keeping Friday out of it. As well as the many squirrels we had. It probably didn't help that your mother kept feeding them ears of corn in order to keep them coming back. When spring came along our entire yard was flooded with purple violets. It was the most beautiful yard on the street. It seemed a shame to cut them down with our first lawnmower. It's funny how we do things with the intention of making things beautiful but in the process we destroy something that is already naturally beautiful. I don't think the yard ever compared to the other, more manicured, yards on the street after that. But it was ours and we loved it anyway.
We bought a porch swing and a firepit so we could be outside more.
Life was good. Stressful at times but I don't think we realized how good it was in the moment. It's important to be content in the moment. That's something we often neglect to do.
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then your mom passed all her nursing classes and achieved her dream being missionary nurse, and we found a ministry that we absolutely loved on the beach on the other side of the equator. Then we had Digory, and just when we thought life couldn't get any better, it did.
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