T with a graTiTude....

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Today, at least as it is the end of Monday as I write this: my wedding anniversary. It has been a bit of a tumultuous day, some major, significant, perhaps transitional, unbloggable stuff. That part, terrible. Tragic. Making certain commitments tenuous, or may just, temporary.

It has also been a terrific day:

Dog walk: terrific
Dog park: terrific
Swim: terrific
dinner out: can one spell delicious with a "T"?....telicious?!!? well, it was.

Tender, some parts of this day were, tender. It was after all our anniversary, twenty-four.

Comments

altar ego said…
sending hugs, compassion, thoughts and prayers your way. Belated Happy Anniversary.
8/18/2009 9:03 AM
Hot Cup Lutheran said…
t... good things begin with t! happy day after the anniversary...
8/18/2009 12:25 PM
Jan said…
Happy Anniversary, better late than never. Love.
8/18/2009 10:25 PM
Jennifer said…
Oh, friend!
8/19/2009 6:32 PM
Ruth Hull Chatlien said…
Blessings and hugs to you for all the unbloggable stuff.
8/20/2009 10:25 AM
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