Friday randomness

Hmmm. Is this what an "empty nest" feels like? This morning Josh went to his friend's cottage, Jordanne, Dustin (groom-to-be), Jake, and Duke (our dog) headed up to the Mackinac Bridge to go camping, Ryan, of course, has already moved out, and Jen is at work. We will only have one kid at home all weekend and she'll be working. Wow. This is rare, rare, rare. We have decided that within one year, we could actually be down to having just one kid at home (Jake is only going into 10th grade). This is like taking the empty nest thing for a test drive...and it's so weird.

Random shift in thought:

My garden is growing nicely despite the fact that I just planted it a week ago. With all this rain, it's looking good. Oh, so much better than last year's pathetic sorry excuse of a garden. I mean, really...last year's garden did.not.grow. Not even the weeds grew. No lie. So I decided that we needed some serious compost because the nutrients in my soil were completely depleted... and so far, it looks like it's working. Let's hope I can make salsa this year. There's nothing like it.

I wanted to blog about something that happened last weekend that deeply touched me. Okay now before you think I'm all weird and sappy...Let me just say little things mean a lot to me. So last Sunday...(you know, the day that Pat said was God's way of telling me I needed a day of rest?) Well when I was laying on the bed reading a book I told Jordy I wanted the last sugar free orange crush popsicle in the freezer. Either she didn't hear me or she ignored my request, but I did not get the last orange popsicle. Call me lazy...

Ten minutes later, Pat came walking in the bedroom eating that orange popsicle. I was like, "awwwwwwww, NO FAIR!!!" (in my best whiny voice) "I soooooo was looking forward to that orange popsicle". Now mind you, Pat had been eating this (and he luuuuuvs orange popsicles more than I do) but he walked over to me and handed me the popsicle. I.was.deeply.touched. It was such an unselfish gesture! I knew there was a reason why I loved that man. To pre-lick the ice crystals off the very last orange popsicle and give it up so freely...well, it just made me feel like the luckiest woman alive! I was like, "aw honey you didn't have to do that!"

He, on the other hand...just dug deeper in the box and found the last one, unwrapped it and walked away thinking I was a nut.

song of the day: Popsicles and Icicles by the Murmaids