Drew is basking in the Eagles victory and it's enough of a glow that it's spilling onto me. And I don't mind one bit. It's so very bright that it even survived the Philly airport losing our bags. That's right, even after waiting an hour for luggage that never did come, we are still happy.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Happy and home. For now, at least. And I am really trying to live in the present, so help me out here and try not to remind me that I am leaving again. Unless of course when it comes to me procrastinating on doing laundry. And packing. And actually going to another airport. Then maybe you can gently remind me about the contract that I did sign as well as the paycheck that I do anticipate and how both of those things are conditional solely upon me actually working.
My parents picked us up at the airport with the newest Latshaw in tow, Strider. He's a 7 week old Malamute puppy and is all fluffy fur and silken ears and paws that speak of his potential to grow. He immediately plopped his little head down onto my lap and graciously allowed me to stroke his fur and ooh and ahh over his absolute canine perfection. Seriously, the way he just lazily lay in my lap immobilized me by the sweetness of the moment.
But I am pretty sure my cats didn't think Strider's smell all over me was so sweet. They didn't love the fact that we were gone in the first place, and it certainly didn't help soften the blow by coming back smelling like a dog, of all things!
There is an innocence and dependence about animals that is close to God's heart, I think. And I have always been a sucker for them. Except for spiders. They do not look innocent and if they are ever dependent upon me, good luck. They'll need it. As would I, I imagine, if I were ever to find myself dependent upon a spider. Pray God that neither is ever the case.