Once in a while....

You get one of those days. Days when possibilities seem endless, when peace reigns in your corner of creation and all seems right with the world. The morning began with getting to church with the little dog in tow. Seemed only right, being the last Sunday outdoors, serving special food. And so she went bedecked in her little pink-heart halter, kept always on her leash. Sadie doesn't mind, she can even sit up and beg impervious to it's pull. Several kids were delighted to see our furry child, one even wants to grow up and be a mommy and have a baby and name her Sadie. :) And many adults showed their softer side at the sight of her and commented on her cuteness. :) The food was fabulous, Jon's pulled pork was sublime, and the spicy slaw I made was a perfect accompaniment. The gentle people of Calvary Church seemed to enjoy the meal and I have had several requests for my slaw recipe. :) It was a scene worthy of a painting, or some kind of remembrance. People ate their food, chatted, laughed. As I watched from my chair perched on the edge of the green by the BBQ, I was moved at how this family loved one another. Smiles everywhere, kids running and playing around the circumference of parents and grandparents, harmony personified. And over all, the subtle and sweet Holy Spirit we share between us. After the festivities were over, Dave stayed to clean up, I headed home with our little beast, she so very tired after all the socializing and pleading for crumbs. Once home, comfortable clothes put on, I turned on the TV, the little dog curled up beside me, and we rested. In the meantime Dave came in and said he was going to take a nap, so we took our little friend's bed in with us and laid down and had a nice nap all around. The phone rang, it was Ron telling us to come over if we wanted, Mick was home. So we gathered up the little dog once again, after all, Ron is like her Godfather, she loves him so, and headed out. We all sat and chatted on the porch about venison, goats, llamas, sermons, food, various insignificant subjects, and Dave told Mick and Kate about living in Sicily for 2 years. Meanwhile, our furry child was out and about the property, ending up with a coat full of stickers for me and Dave (mostly Dave, bless him) to pick out of her velvety fur, poor baby, some hurt. But i'm certain if she could speak, she would say..."pull on dear ones, the adventure was well worth the pain!" We came home, had something to eat and settled in with TV. Our little furry child curled up on Dave's Steeler throw and was out like a light. Big day for the little dog. And now the other 2 are in bed and i'm in here. What a perfect day I have been thinking, so full of life and people and love. To end the day knowing you were with those you love and care about from start to finish is a very contented feeling....and a precursor to eternity....sounds pretty great. :)