Love In The Cement…
Some ordinary days turn extraordinary – especially when you have a dust rag in your hand…
My afternoon was humming along, checking off the list: bathroom clean 
, floors vacuumed , laundry folded , dusting (underway). My hubby was being helpful by getting the black speckled walkways pressure washed after a hot, humid summer.
He came in and said “Taking a break, got a phone call.” I called out “Do they look any better?” “You tell me” he says. So we walk out and it’s looking good when we get to the driveway…
Love is truly blind because at first I didn’t see the artwork, I saw a particularly black area off to the side and commented. As my mouth finished my eyes caught sight of the important…
This man has put up with a lot and if you could have seen me in worn out shorts, old t-shirt, and unwashed hair, you would have asked, ‘What does the man see in her?’
I wish I could say at that moment that I acted like a teenager and threw down my dust rag and wrapped my arms around him in adoration. Instead I smiled and said “That’s too cute, are you going to leave it for my friends to see?” And that was it, back to ing off the boxes.
God gives brilliant blue sky sunrises, paints pinky orange sunsets, and sets the birds in formation across the horizon and we say ‘Isn’t that beautiful’ and drive on down the road. He gives us furry cat antics, wet dog kisses, and little mud pie hands and we say ‘These kids and pets are making a mess.’
Oh for a rewind button that we could see with eyes that acknowledge the gifts – and imprint them in our hearts and memories forever…
parisrenae 
my first thought was SF DF sitting in a tree….
the more often I look to see… I find the extraordinary
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Amen to the last paragraph!
Sent from Janice’s iPad
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I love this one Donna! It’s a sweet reminder to look for the little things that say “I love you” đŸ™‚
Robin
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Very cute… and very true…love this one
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