So today was/is HR’s (Husband Robert’s) dad’s birthday. He would have been 77 today. Here we all are down at Fernandina Beach, FL a few years ago.
And here’s Robert and his dad … more than a few years ago.
Rest in Peace, Robert John Smith, Sr.
I love to be happy. Don’t we all? And it doesn’t take much to make me so.
Over the weekend, HR and I traversed over to our favorite new Savannah bakery, Sweet Patricia’s. WE LOVE THIS PLACE!
Our breakfast was BEYOND delicious. But the piece de resistance was … the bathroom.
It exuded happiness.
On the way out, I told beautiful Morgan, the face of Sweet Patricia’s (at least on that day), that we claim the bathroom, and hope to move one of the tables into the bathroom next time we eat there.
Morgan responded: “We will reserve it for you!”
Like I said, it doesn’t take much.
Younger daughter Emily jumping in front of the cam and stealing the show …
And I hope you are having a Joyful Jumping Easter.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Robert’s preposterously delicious beef pot pie from the other night.
2. Our buddy and theology student August and his beautiful black shawl.
3. The belief that our nation is strong enough to withstand the right (and left) extremists.
4. Attending the surprise 70th birthday party at Midtown Sports for buddy “Fluff.”
5. Balanced rest.
May your weekend ahead be exactly what you want it to be.
“Big-headed”
I recently finished the book Anxious People. And I love this bittersweet bit of dialogue about holding hands with our little ones.
“Have you ever held a three-year-old by the hand on the way home from preschool?“
“No.”
“You’re never more important than you are then.“
What truth!
NealEnJoy 