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Valentines Day 2009.
Allie went to see her boyfriend so it was the four of us in the house for the weekend. Missi spent her time with her guy and they had a nice weekend. she made him a cake from scratch might I add. Along with a batch of cookies.
I must say after my post concerning the lack of enthusiasm for the holiday I must digress. My husband put his heart into the Valentines day this year. He ordered a book for me. That means he thought about it earlier than just the day before. He got me a book of Mary Cassatts works. I have loved her work forever and it definately took some thought for him to remember her. I also received a card with real WORDS, written by him, from his heart. Those mena more to me than any card words.
So when Andy does come on by and check my blog, Love you babe.
The oher latest is that I LOVE MY BROTHER. I love all my brothers. I love them more right now than I thought I did.
Why? Dave called and comforted me when we heard that Danny joined the Marines. He was genuinely concerned for me and my feelings. I love him for that. He encouraged me to accept what may come and to give into Gods will. Believe in the power of prayer and we will be ok no matter what.
Rick called me a few days later and I heard my Dad.
Rick presents me with the thoughts of my Dad without even knowing it. He talked of a mans need or desire to serve their country. I cant recall all the pearls of wisdom but I do know that when we hung up I felt better. He is my Dad, reincarnate. LOL He sounds like him, he thinks like him and makes me feel better. He made me think of courage and what our family has been about. He will be alright.
So when the memories of this day are long past, and I look back on the days before Danny left for the Marines, I will be reminded that Rick was the one that got me to see pride, bravery, courage, commitment. All good things and that we are to expect- nothing less.

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