Good morning, all! Yes, we are back in Tennessee. Home never looked so good. When we drove in, the dogs were barking and the flowers were blooming. The big wooden rocking chair with it's fluffy checkered pillows looked inviting on the front porch. Tiny hummingbirds were stopping to say a cheery "hello" at our feeder on their way to more southern climes. It was a peaceful homecoming; a fitting end to the odyssey we began in April.
Denny is feeling fatigued and he says he feels, "not like himself". He has a few more days of this before he starts to feel better. I made homemade chicken soup and sweet tea for his dinner last night. He said it was good.
What do I think is "good"? Being home, fixing the soup in my own kitchen with the crisp autumn air coming in the windows; listening to my kids chatter about their day and the plans they have; watching Denny relax and putter around his "Man Cave"; running my fingers through our dog's soft fur while reading a really good book; and savoring the victory that we have won another day in the battle against cancer! That is my definition of good!
Love to all,
Deb
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Carpe diem may be an over-used and trite saying, but it certainly fits here.
ReplyDeleteBless you all, Debbie, for seizing and enjoying each day: the ordinary family days, the golf meets, the cross-country meets, the hunting trips, the nights of popcorn and movies, the puttering in the man-cave, and the slurping of homemade chicken noodle soup. Most people look back and wish they had savored the little moments. The Woodruffs are living in the moment and loving it! Blessings!