I stayed up Thursday night until 3:15 a.m. Or, actually Friday morning. Went to see Amy Grant in Holland at Central Weslyen Church with guests. Then, we came back home and socialized. I stayed up talking with one of the guests until 3:15 a.m. Today was filled with making breakfast, cleaning rooms, fire inspection, guests checking in, etc. I am now sitting down in the parlor with Mondo...exhausted. We are full for the weekend, so that is a good sign.
As I sit here in our parlor I look around at the beauty of the house. I think back to the times Ray and I would stay somewhere and compare it to the Kirby House. It makes me feel sad. Today I looked at a card Ray gave me six days before he died. I could have broke down into complete tears. I held back. I only let a few flow. I am so proud and happy to have that. It's so special to look at his handwriting. So much more personal than emails or e-cards.
Tonight I am having turkey noodle soup...made by Ray on December 2, 2009. I found it in the freezer the other day with some other dishes he made. So, I can officially say "Ray made tonight's dinner for me." - Jimmy
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