The beginning is sometimes difficult. It's only 8:45 AM, and there's a good bit I want to to say. First and foremost, happy birthday to my breathtakingly wonderful grandmother. Today would have been her 89th birthday, and I so wish she were here to celebrate it. However, grief is a strange thing. My grandma was (in the words of "Grey's Anatomy") my person, and I miss her every single day.
But now the remembering is filled with all the happy, incredible memories I had with her but not so much the anger and sadness I experienced for a long time after she died 12 years ago. She was a good person in the sense of being a good Christian who taught through example, and for me I remember her forgiving, generous, loving nature ... someone I was incredibly close to and couldn't actually believe would EVER leave this earth until she did. So today is so special, a day to reflect on the amazing times I had with her and mostly to thank God that He blessed me with her. I'm choosing joy, but today it's not that hard. (For anyone who might not know, Annie was named after my grandmother :)
Switching gears, my daughter lost a tooth this morning. I'm excited for her, but it's so hard for a non-morning person (that would be I) to generate the necessary excitement when the tooth-losing occurs before 7 AM. Sheesh. She's at camp all day so I'll work on whipping myself into a tooth-losing frenzy of joy before she gets home. It'll pretty much take all day so I'll start soon.
I had a dream last night that Anthony and I were on a cruise (odd since we watched the end of "The Hunger Games" last night) and woke him up to talk about the huge breakfast buffett we were about to enjoy. He fell back asleep and informed me we weren't on a cruise. I looked around and sure enough, we were in our own bedroom with 2 of our 3 dogs in bed with us, just like always. Yes, judge us if you will: we're not good trainers of dogs AT. ALL. The smartest dog of the bunch is Bonnie, who came to us already knowing commands like "sit" and "paw." Oh, well, waking up with Bonnie and Harper snuggled up to us is fine by me. Then again, I'd love to have a giraffe and zebra living in the backyard if we could. Anthony says absolutely not. Plus I believe it's illegal. Sigh.