“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all others.”
Marcus Tullius Cicero.Happy Birthday to my ❤️. I’m going to make him his favorite omelet for breakfast and then the day is open for any possibility! Medicare is all in order. Life is good. We are both grateful for his good health. He’s the healthiest person I know. The most generous, though he gets razzed ALL the time about being a cheapskate, he is far from it. If you only knew, but he doesn’t mind the teasing. The biggest teases are probably the biggest cheapskates themselves. But I digress.
Yesterday we had coffee Madison’s coffee shop-notice anything new here? ^^ A mustache? That was a surprise and a surprise to him that it is white. Every day we check it and he is so funny about it! I like it!
Here is the Barista extraordinaire making a matcha tea. Every order she had when we were there was a special one. She said that every time we come in, she gets busy-we bring in the people. I just think we come in at a popular time. I recommend her Chai Latte and the kale and sweet potato breakfast. She’s doing it all by herself most days. Between juggling special Valentine’s Day boxes, special coffees, teas and sandwiches, she keeps it all straight and everything is made to order. She’s the best!
A Valentine’s box made specially for your sweetie. From the Mill House at the Diamond Shops in Southmont across from the elementary school.
Next up, we watched Connor for the rest of the day while Jack and Madison went to Pgh to work on a recording. They found a studio there that could mix and produce one of Madison’s songs. I think they are pleased with the results. Connor was happy to sit outside and oversee his new domain, until the dog who doesn’t roam came around. Despite the portable perimeter, I needed to bring him in. I don’t know if the other dog has any of her shots, is fixed, anything. Connor is good on all fronts. I called my friend Mindy and into Westmont we went to take a nice walk. Tired them both out. 😉.
Then after a vigorous game of up and down, Connor was ready for a nap and I went hula hooping and invited my new neighbor Sue. Stick with it Sue! You’ll get it!
Back to the Birthday Boy and my verses for the day. I have shared that I am studying the Sermon on the Mount with a group of ladies from my church. We’re on the Beatitudes and right out of the gate, there is discussion on the interpretation of number one: “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
When I met Jay, his mother had died a few years before of breast cancer. As a last ditch effort for a cure, she turned to God and some evangelical leaders who just wanted money in exchange for prayers and a cure. This was back in the Tammy Fay and Bob Baker days. Needless to say, Jay was not sold on religion and God when I met him. I grew up Catholic and he a very loose Presbyterian. When we married, we compromised on the Episcopal faith. Catholic light they call it. I loved it because it had the Catholic traditions that I was familiar with but without the guilt and fear. We plodded along, found a church, became involved and did our obligations. I was more insistent that we attend church regularly because that’s what I knew. You know what I mean if you grew up Catholic. I have to credit my dear husband with enriching my FAITH. He has a way of thinking about things very deeply and then just making it clear. He doesn’t quote scripture, but when he commits, and he did, to God, he gives it to God totally. I look at him in amazement most days. He is completely comfortable in his skin and who he is. He is completely comfortable in his relationship with God. Poor in spirit? Not this guy. As we discussed in our study, poor in spirit refers to the person who hasn’t acknowledged their full dependence on God. He has, and through him, so have I.
I am Blessed to be in a relationship with him. Every day I learn something new. He’s the kind of person you need when watching ANY historical epic. He knows history and can explain why what is happening is important. Current events? He’s your man. He told me the other day that the New York Stock Exchange is thinking of leaving New York. Can you even imagine? I would never have known that. It’s not on the news. Is it?
Happy Birthday to the most wonderful man that I am Blessed to call my husband, the person who God picked for me-really, our meeting is FULL of Godwinks-and with whom I hope to grow old and cranky! I am so grateful to be his sidekick. I love you! Here’s to many, many more years with you!
And as always, Remember to wash your hands, don’t touch your face, stay home but if you MUST go out, wear a mask and keep the length of a full grown llama (which is bigger than an alpaca) between you and the next person.
Have a blessed day!