Two yodels and a bag of chips!
Memories flood when you enter a familiar older home. I love that Chin was fainting, because that meant the ladies could gossip incorrigibly, in the context of joys and griefs that bind us together. This is what is great about my life and this is what sucks is always the topic of fraternal septuplets. If Abby were here, I would be the first to jump out of my seat, true or false is the special unspoken reference, always in our eyes, but never uttered for fear of deluge. “Oh well, who is your favorite child this season and grandchild, if you have one?” who is your least favorite one and sister? You, because you don’t call or come by. Yup? Me, too! I hate you today, because you look so pretty and I feel so old. Can you still spit as far? I will beat you up the stairs today, because I wore my tapes. I am totally crippled without them. And, I love you today, because you are such a good example of empowering young people to grow and raise even the most special children in your home… when moving over in the bed means sleeping on the floor for an extended season, You are the champions of that and I am in awe of your skill in that area. I don’t know how you do it, for sure. You are in my prayers and you know that I don’t have to prove that to you. You are in my silence and my words.
A very special butterfly came and yelled at me to go to Jackie’s house and that is why I went. There is not enough time in any day to talk through the what ifs and why nots. Just seeing your face is enough, in person. The phone can’t tell me what I learned coming to visit you and the rest that dear butterfly gossiped in my ear. Who knew butterflies were gossips too?
Okay, bye till next time!
