Because I just know that you all are about to crawl out of your own skin with curiosity about my life, I thought I would show you something that blesses my heart every Monday through Friday.
As you know the boy and I wog (I walk, he jogs) every weekday morning. He laps me a couple of times, cause he jogs, and he is faster.
I stand at the center of this intersection and wait for him to get to the top of the hill. Sometimes I am slow and he waits for me. Sometimes he is slow and I wait for him.
It is the top of that hill, by the way, that I take most of my sunrise pictures.
This one is taken from the top of that hill.
Aaaaanyway, we have this tradition…we wait for each other, wave our arms wildly to each
and if I should fail to wave to the boy, he becomes so melancholy that I have to promise to never forget to wave again, kiss his feet, and purchase him lots and lots of espresso.
It blesses my heart to know that I mean so very much to him, that if I don’t wave., he is truly crushed.
I love my boy!!!