My Fourth

I spent the night at the lake house, with the kids, and Bernice came along for the ride.  We feasted on barbecue prepared by my future son-in-law, Jeremy, and talked and talked.  They’ve been living in California for so long, we have some catching up to do.  🙂
At 10 pm, it was dark enough for the celebration–we gathered on the front deck to watch fireworks above the lake.  What a spectacle!  I’ll always treasure the memory.  Bernice didn’t like the noise very much at first, but she soon braved-up and turned around in my lap to take in the show.  Wendy and Jeremy’s two kitties stayed inside, but they didn’t seem to be troubled by the noise.
I ate too much and probably drank too much wine and slept like a rock, with Bernice cuddled at my side.  She hadn’t been to the lake in a while, so she had to explore and nose-kiss the kitties and never got very far from my side.  Jeremy brought us home today, and she’s had her first barn trip and is now napping–lots of excitement for a little dog to assimilate.  🙂
My kitties were fine here–it’s quiet and all, since we’re out in the country.  ChaCha is a long-haired kitty and she’s pretty matted, so tomorrow she’s off to the vet’s for a lion haircut.  She might forgive me after a month or so.  🙂  Wish I could tell her how much better she’s going to feel, but she’ll hate every minute of it–and me, for a while.  Do you suppose God ever feels this way?  He wants to trim away something that makes us uncomfortable or even causes pain, but we just see it as a trauma?
I think so.
Be well and be kind, particularly to yourself and to the little ones with no voices to speak up for themselves.