Daddy is composing today’s blog,
and while the two of you are the centerpiece of Mommy and Daddy’s world, today
Daddy was possessed with a profound sadness—it was a Friday when I received sad
news from my friend.
Daddy was off to work very early,
typical for a Friday, and Mommy occupied time with the two of you trimming rose
bushes all around the front and side of our beautiful home. She reported, as
expected, the two of you thoroughly enjoyed working outside and you are both
terrific Mommy’s helpers.
Later in the evening, Mommy and
Daddy decided we both needed to be out of the house, so we all treated
ourselves to dinner at Ruby Tuesdays—we rarely go there (or out to dinner, for
that matter) but we always enjoy our meal, and you were a near perfect little
lady, Bodhi. Buddha, you were a stinker, you seemed intent on making it hard on
Mommy to enjoy her dinner, and about the only thing either of us could do to
keep you relatively calm was Daddy feeding you apples off of his salad bar
plateJ.
You are a character!
After dinner, we briefly stopped
by Meijer just to look around and pass some remaining time, so that by the time
we got home the two of you would be ready for “night, night.”
Daddy, and Mommy too, didn’t have
a peaceful night’s sleep.
Earlier in the day, late in the
afternoon, Daddy received a phone call from his friend Terry Wilson, with some
very sad personal health news. Daddy won’t go into details, as Terry is a
private person, and not one to indiscriminately share personal information of
any kind. Still, Daddy wants to express some part of his feelings in this
composition so that someday the two of you will consider the value of true
friendship. Terry Wilson (and his entire family for that matter) is as unique a
human being as anyone will ever know. He defines the meaning of friendship, he
has never (EVER) failed to be available to Daddy when Daddy was in need. His
genuine warmth and kindness is sincere and authentic in a world where those
words are so often abstractions or over-worn generalizations. Daddy truly and
literally loves Terry Wilson, and truly and literally has always thought of him
as the brother I never had. Daddy has always wanted to be more like Terry
Wilson, and has always desired my children to grow into persons like him. He
means what he says, he stands by his beliefs, he places family and friends as
important as any purpose in life, and he has always honored that purpose
without reservation. If Daddy in any fashion measures up to being a man of
honor, and purpose, it is in good measure because of the influence of and
presence in my life of a special, special, special friend—Terry Wilson.
The two of you will know that
remarkable, special love with one another—and Mommy and Daddy pray you each
will be blessed through the course of your lives with the friendship and
kinship of a Terry Wilson. The Chinese have an expression, “a flower on an iron
tree,” as a reference to something so incredibly rare, precious, and beautiful
as to occur only once perhaps in the lifetime of a person—Terry Wilson is “a
flower on an iron tree.”
Haha the pictured of bodhi spacing cracks me up too! (except you wrote that it "craps" you up, might want to change that lol!).
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