"You know what is so great about when Beth is here?" Tiz asked, eyes already drooping for sleep. "What is that," Steve asked as he stroked our boy's soft furs. "She knows us all by name and remembers to bring us a special treat," he responded. "She is such a nice person, the entire White Dog Army thinks so."
Beth is in town to attend to her brother and, as always, makes a point to make time for us. We manage to squeeze a couple of meals and a long visit into her schedule already packed with the responsibilities of administering her brother's care.
And tonight she brought dinner, New Mexican food, to get the fix she misses now living in Virginia. Of course there were sopapillas and honey...enough for a White Dog Army to share.
"You know sopapilla means little pillow, dad? Mine was SO good and the honey smear left me licking my lips long after the pillow was inside me."
"Dream of that deliciousness, big boy."
"And I will remember Beth in my night prayers of gratitude. Good night"
No comments:
Post a Comment