Of course, that's not all they did today. Squirrel is dangling over their heads. They were distracted by the jogger who no doubt felt the cujo barking vibes 1/2 a block away. And currently, as I type while waiting to go pick up Rob for his doctor's appointment, they are chewing on trash they've removed from the recycle bin. Yes. It is true. They are rotten.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.