Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it...
Just before I was about to go to bed last night, I came
a cross a picture that brought back beautiful memories of our
life in Puerto Rico. I remember we spent almost every weekend
at the beach with our parents. It was a wonderful time.
No wonder Puerto Rico holds so many memories.
Rima was not born as yet. It was just the four of us, mom
and dad. An old picture. Faded, but I remember so much just
by looking at it. I remember mom and dad this young 💛.
We woke up to some rain, not much but the thunder
and lightning was loud enough to scare Sniff. Now he feels
better because he's huddling close to us. Mainly to Arvid.
Sniff adores his dada, and feels most safe when
close to him. Another warm day in store for us, but seems
like a little cool down at the end of it. Happy for that.
Not much happening here today. Plan to go to Almost Home.
Hopefully see a few tenants, chat with them, help with Pookie.
Just everyday AHL stuff. I'm happy any chance I have.
"Our" groundhog has been identified as Gerald. Seems like
he's well know in our community. Fortunate for us, everyone
says he likes to live mainly by our backyard. He's actually
"famous" with the neighbors. His face has grown on me.
Good morning and to all a happy start of the weekend.
Not in doing what you like, but in liking
what you do is the secret of happiness...