Marriage doesn’t make a family, love does. It doesn’t matter if Val and Phil are married or simply engaged, he is still family. She’s already a widow, I hope Jan doesn’t do this to her again.
I’m in Colorado, my family is in Alaska. My brother complained to me two days ago that it was raining and he could see grass instead of snow. Meanwhile, I had to fight my way home on slushy streets while it was snowing. Sigh.
I work from home and like to torture my boyfriend by sending him pictures of how cute our cats are being while he’s at his office. They wait at the door for him when he comes home so his first act is to pet them and relax for a moment.
Sixteen years ago, a coworker asked me to watch a kitten that her neighbor had found. I was only supposed to have him for a weekend. He’s snoozing in my bedroom corner right now. We also adopted a cat last year from the shelter. We had to leave him there while they checked my references. As we left, he was sitting by the glass door looking at me like, “Didn’t you feel the connection? I felt a connection. Why are you leaving me here? Was I too eager? Was I not clear in my desire to go home with you?” When I finally did get to take him home, he would wander around the house and stop by to jump in my lap and thank me for getting him out of the shelter. And he’s adopted the older cat and treats him like he’s a kitten that needs caring for.
I thank Chocolate quite frequently. As in, “Thank Chocolate it’s Friday!”