I want to make things. I am almost desperate to do some craft. What’s stopping me?
Me.
Excuses I make.
Yeh…just Me.
I’ve been meeting with a friend once a week and doing some general hand sewing with her, and enjoying it, but I want to sink my teeth, and my sewing needle, into some of the projects I have come across on the Internet. Want!
This weekend I swear I will make something. A bag. An iPhone case. A toy. I don’t know. I will have to pick. But it will be something that involves setting up my sewing machine and sitting at it for at least 15mins.
I can do that…right?
Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words:
Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
Love, Meredith
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away.
Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find. I am wherever there is love.
Love, God
Don’t say you’re too busy to reblog this.TEARS.
NKOTBSB
From my excessive Tumblring of NKOTB, you may have realised I went and saw them (and Backstreet Boys) in concert recently.
Seats were nearly as far away as you can get, but you could also say the view was awesome :-P Got a bit of vertigo because the seating is kind of steep, so thank god for hand rails.
The songs were as good as I remembered, the boys looked hotter than ever. They’ve aged so well. I screamed and sang and bounced up and down like a 13yr old for most of the night :-)
Would do it all over again
Happy Birthday Jordan Knight (May 17, 1970).
So make a pose for me, take off the clothes for me.
Cause you and me is the way it’s supposed to be.
Yeah ma let me lay you on the sofa,
I’ll slide a little closer,
Fly ya to the coast of Jamaica,
Take a shot of you on the beach.
(Source: Spotify)
Via Nothing Is Impossible
