A Wee Dictionary. A Big Flag.

Last week at Goodwill, I found this dictionary for seventy-five cents.  It thought it was the most darling thing imaginable and decided  it would be worth parting with three quarters in order to buy it.  (The pen is to show you the scale of the dictionary.)

And the dictionary fits perfectly in the wire basket in our kitchen so that it can be instantly accessible for the Frequent Looking Up Of Unknown Words that goes on in our home.  How cool is that?

Guess who else was happy to see the wee dictionary?   My little wordsmith. 

She even shared its pages with Sir Canine Doggie in an attempt to enhance his rather limited Canine Doggie Vocabulary.

While Sarah pondered the wonders of the wee dictionary, Steve stationed himself out in the front yard and embarked on a painting project which consisted of transforming a brown storage cabinet into a white storage cabinet.  (For Sarah’s room.)  We’ve had the cabinet for about ten years; it’s nice to see it being re-purposed.

The American flag was up in honor of Memorial Day as we remembered the military personnel who didn’t come home. At the same time, we also gave heartfelt thanks for a certain military person who DID come home—Steve’s dad, Lt. Colonel, Ken Smith. (Fighter pilot/USAF retired.)

   

It was a special, quiet day of making new memories and remembering old ones.

 

Today, I did some more remembering as I sat down to re-read through all the cards that I received after my surgery. I chortled and smiled and even shed a tear or two as I read back over your messages from that difficult time.   When I first got some of the cards in the mail, I was sort of overwhelmed and drug-hazed so it was extra special to have the time to sit down today and read them all over again.  I was truly touched by your words.

Well, I guess that will have to be all for now.  Sarah and I are doing a big Cleaning of Her Room Project today so I suppose it’s time to get back to it!

Blessings to you and special memories on this Memorial Day.