Turned the big 4-0 yesterday . . . just saw on the news that I share my birthday with the Pope . . . . and I also share it with my precious brother in law. Happy birthday to all of us.
Carol comes to San Antonio this week . . . . we will spend Easter with her next weekend, and I cannot wait. I really miss her . . . . and having her so close easily warrants a trip up there, even if it's only for 24 hours.
I am listening to the kids play upstairs - so much fun to hear them make up thinsgs to play and sing - right now, they are singing a made up song together and jumping on the air mattress that is still up from some company we had a few weeks ago. They love something new to climb and jump on.
I have been watching my precious Shelby become more and more geriatric . . . . and she is slipping away in the clutches of old age. Luckily, she has no diagnosis - she is eating and sleeping and doing all the things the "right" way - just a lot slower. And somewhat sadder. She can hardly see or hear . . . . so she gets herself underfoot quite a bit. I am waiting for a sign that it's her "time" but so far, I haven't seen one. People who have been through this say I will know when it's time . . . . I surely hope so. That dog has been by our side for 15 years this week. She is the dog by which all others shall be compared. Even as we look down the tunnel to the end for her . . . she is still every bit of the queen of our house that she ever has been. Soft and demure . . . . resting on her pillow . . . . what a great dog.
That's the birthdays and the such . . . . .
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