She’d just climbed up and in when it fell apart and down.
The neighbor man made it for my mother-in-love and her sister when they were young. “The last girl to get married,” he said, “gets to keep it.”
Mom gave the set to us shortly after our wedding. That bed’s enfolded guests, our daughter, us, and now the grandgirl has claimed it. She even carved her name in the headboard to seal the deal. We’re not too happy about that.
I was living in the hospice house with my mom when my husband accidentally locked a cat in that room. For two days. We had to throw the mattress out.
I’m sharing the rest of this meandering story over at BibleDude.net today. It includes stuff about smoke, the pope, and humility. Won’t you join me there, maybe pop in and say “hi” in the comments. I’d love to “see” you.
Stilled by a fall,
Sandy
It was well worth the trip over there. Your words breath life.
That’s my deepest hope, Susan. Thank you.
There is something about your post that resonates with me deep within…so needed and welcome the message you had for my heart and mind tonight!
I’m so glad, Janet. I’m always in awe of how God uses my words sometimes… especially the posts I think twice about publishing. 🙂