Magic

As we are drowning in Christmas everywhere we go, Santa has been on Jacob's mind. He is fascinated by the magic and mystery of this one man with such a big job. He has added a new expectation to his list of magic things he thinks Santa can do...send letters to heaven. With the loss of our dog, Penny, so fresh on his mind, Jacob wrote her a letter, took down his OWN stocking and hung Penny's stocking, with letter in it, so Santa would take the letter to heaven for her. He faithfully checks the stocking every morning before school to see if the letter is sticking out far enough for Santa to see. He is constantly reminding me that we have to bake "good" cookies for Santa this year, because he will be so busy. As if to say that I have baked mediocre cookies every other year...hmmm.
The simple love for his dog, the absolute amazement he has for this magic man, Santa, and his complete change in direction as for his thoughts about Christmas are so awsome to me. He wants to go sit on Santa's lap and ask him "can you really send letter's to heaven?" He has forgotten about the huge list of toys he made and the want for all things that every other kid has.
But in the magic of being 5, he asks me,"since Santa will be so busy, can you buy me heely's?"
I love it!

A boy and his dog

This Thanksgiving weekend started out like any other. Complete and total chaos and stress and way too much food. In the midst of all this, our dog got a little stiff. We thought the age (12) and the weather were playing hell with her arthritis. We soon found out otherwise. We had to put Penny down on Saturday. I have only seen tears from my husband one time in the entire 15 years I have known him. But this day would prove to be the second time tears would fall for him. The tears have continued to flow in this house for three days now. Penny stood in our wedding. She watched as we brought both boys home from the hospital. She was a true member of our family. Unlike some members of our family that you don't always want to claim...she was choosen. We raised her up like our child.
Our boy's, though, are feeling the sting of loss at an early age. Jacob is 5, and while he fully understands death, he is mad that she can't come back. Luke is not quite 2 and he still looks out the back door every now and then, just to see if she is there. He lays on her bed to watch TV. He feels the pain, too. He just can't express it or understand it. I can't either, so I can't expect it from my boys!!

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I am creating this blog to keep in touch with people in our lives that live far away, or perhaps down the street, but are just busy. Busy raising children, pets, building houses or working themselves into the ground. Possibly, all of the above!
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