Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday morning I awoke to a dense fog and freezing temperatures. Makes a body want to sit inside in front of a warm fire and sip hot cocoa. Instead I had a crazy notion and threw on some warm outer wear over my jammies and went out to see what I could find in the window of my camera.
Later in the day I took my baby girl and Mr. C to their horsemanship lessons. On the way home, a song came on the radio.
"....what you don't understand is
I’d catch a grenade for ya
Throw my hand on a blade for ya
I’d jump in front of a train for ya
You know I'd do anything for ya
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby....."
It's got a catchy tune but all I could think while I listened to the song was, good grief! Thank heavens The SM would LIVE for me!
Sounds all romantic to youth I guess to have somebody say they'd die for you but let's face it, in reality, it is much harder to live.
I'm so grateful for The SM in my life. The day in and day out living he does for our family. The commitment and promises made that he takes so seriously. How in the world did I ever get so blessed........ I'll never know....