Fall Color

Thank you all so much for your sweet anniversary thoughts! Yesterday was a good day. Judi said that Papa would find a way to send me a gift, and he did! I was quite surprised to come downstairs that morning and find a beautiful fall arrangement on my kitchen table. Now, I know that Stephen brought it in as a "leftover" from his catering job the night before while I was sleeping, but God can make deliveries any way He chooses. There is no doubt in my mind that Papa sent those flowers. :) I am so blessed!

Pretty flowers are not the only "fall color" in my house, however. While tidying the family room, I reached down to pick up a leaf from the floor. It wasn't until I touched it that I realized it was a dry, dead tree frog. ICK! I'm sort of blind without my glasses, you know. :o I grabbed one of the towels we use to dry the dogs when they get wet outside, and used it to pick up the frog so that I wouldn't have to touch it. I am such a girl! : /

Hastily making my way to the door to throw out the yucky creature, my foot caught in a blanket that was lying across a large ottoman. "Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!" I cried as I fell to my knees in agony. Fortunately, I wasn't really injured, but several of my toes beg to differ. I think one of them is broken, and I know it is swollen, bruised, and painful. This "fall color" is not quite as welcome as the flowers. Papa's family always did have an odd sense of humor. ; )

In addition to the flowers and a sweet card from all of my children, my day was made even more special by a visit from my friend, Jan, and her five delightful grandchildren. After a nice visit at my house, Jan invited me to have dinner at her house as her husband was away on business and she had the grands overnight. It was a blast! After the little people were in bed, Jan insisted that I stay and talk for awhile. It was the latest I've stayed out since Papa died which sort of freaked my kids out! During our visit, two calls came from puzzled, concerned twenty-somethings asking, "Where ARE you?" : )

By the time I got home, I was too tired to be sad. I read my last anniversary card from Papa, then slept soundly, dreaming of happier times when my true love slept beside me. Sweet dreams they were. Sweet dreams indeed!