My wife, the beautiful homeschooling mother of four, turned around and slapped, pinched and hit me. What could this possibly be for? Just the suggestion that we go find tickets to our favorite band, book some plane tickets along with a nice hotel…possibly some wonderful sunsets…and then she turned on me. She told me to stop teasing her. Me? I would never do anything like that. Just the suggestion of a romantic weekend away with me draws such a response? Sure, we’d have to dock the kids somewhere and….oh….yeah…I guess I was teasing her. If there is anything that fatherhood has as a downside, it is that. The times when we can sit in silence to just hear each other are few and far between. The other night I was holding her and I had to fend off 2 kids that thought it was a gang-tackle, a fight between three of them and running, yelling, and spinning to see if they could make themselves sick. This was all within a span of a few minutes. I love my wife. I wish I had more quiet time with her. Maybe someday.
On a similar note, I found this in a local publication and on the web.
It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him.
I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.
On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?' He smiled as he patted my hand and said, 'She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.'
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, 'That is the kind of love I want in my life.'
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
With all the jokes and fun that is in bulletins, sometimes there is one that comes along that has an important message. This one I thought I could share with you.
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have. I hope you share this with someone you care about. I just did. 'Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain.'
http://www.unsolvedmysteries.com/usm499701.html
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