A long time ago, some friends of ours gave me an angel. My very own personal angel. With my very own personal name written on it.
It has stood watch over various things throughout many chapters of life. This week, its job description has included being the Guardian Angel of the Tomatoes.
I think it has done a wonderful job since no one has come to harass the tomatoes ever since she’s gone on duty. (And there’s nothing worse than a harassed tomato.)
While the angel takes care of the inside of the house, Snowy assiduously tends to all outdoor security tasks.
An angel and a dog on duty? What could be better?
Oh, and jut one more thing?
There’s a wedding coming up. A wedding this Saturday. At 10:30 am.
We are leaving in just a few minutes for our 13-hour road trip to the Land of The Royal Couple. The dog walker and the house watcher are set to go. Five dozen errands have been run and twenty dozen items have been crossed off the To List.
I have been holding my emotions in pretty well as I’ve pondered the exciting changes that are about to come into our family. But I lost it just a little when someone from the church gave us this card to take along.
Until that very moment, I had never seen these two particular names written in such husbandly/wifely fashion. Of course, I sniffled. And also wiped a tear.
It’s really happening! My son is gong to be a mister! He is going to have a wife! And someday down the road they are going to bring a grandbaby to Manteo to visit. And I will be smitten. A smitten Smith.
Come to think of it though, I'm already pretty smitten. Smitten with Nathan and with Meagan and so very grateful to be looking forward to a week that will be full of precious moments and new memories to be made.