Grandma’s amaryllis is in full bloom in her picture window.

9:18 a.m.

On my favourite mailing list, A wrote in to tell us about spending her father’s last days with him, in the hospital. It was a touching account of rubbing his back and recounting happy memories of times they spent together, while soothing and uplifting music played in the background.

How many of us have to be dying before we get this kind of focused, gentle attention from loved ones? How sad it is that we have to be helpless and suffering before others are free to give this kind of love to us.

So why don’t I get my priorities straight, and rub my Farmboy’s tired back for him tonight ... why don’t I play a game of Snakes and Ladders with Barney after school today ... and take a walk with Don, even if I have to walk frustrated circles around him because he moves so slowly ... why not do it now? Is there anything more important? No.

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dream

I have an inkling that Farmboy is going to surprise me with a beautiful white wedding dress, because he knows me well enough to understand that even though marriage does not have the great meaning to me that it does to some, I would still love to wear a stunning gown for one day.

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