Damn but you made me cry ... but this time with joy. We celebrated my son's 38th birthday this past week. I remember all of those feelings tumbling through me ... joy, trepidation, downright terror and love. One look at that tiny face and those little eyes looking back ... I have never loved so deeply as in that moment.
I can close my eyes and hear Owen's voice as he pours his heart into a lullaby for that tiny person who is now the center of his and CJ's universe ... their angel Liebe.
You've done yourself proud with this chapter.
Greetings Albert. I am well enough thanks. You? Well that's a silly question. You told us the results of your stress test. Did the doc give any suggestions/instructions other than see you next year?
This sings like an old Welsh or Irish ballad. I sense the presence of others gathered amidst the flickering firelit shadows enraptured as the bard spins the tale ...
Geez, how could I forget to mention cinnamon? I use it too. Like you, I vary things as I go. Sometimes, this is when I've planned ahead, I'll cook the meat, usually cubed beef or pork in the crockpot with some red wine or bourboun until it's tender then throw in everything else and left it simmer overnight.