Dust In The Wind
Look what I found Sunday morning before we were heading out to breakfast. This is the top of our very tall entertainment center in our bedroom. It stands right next to the closet. As I opened the closet door the date 8-08 written in dust behind a picture frame, caught my eye. Hmmm…who do you supposed could’ve done that? Was it our 19 year old…no. She doesn’t leave her room except to eat or use the bathroom. Was it our 10 year old Sissy? No, she’s too short. Was it our 6 year old, J-Man? No, also too short. That leaves only 1 other person it could be since I don’t sleep walk and write dates in dust. That would be my husband. Yup. That’s a first. I added the lovely WTF under the date. I haven’t mentioned anything to him and he hasn’t mentioned anything to me. I don’t know if he’s seen my comment back to him, but so far he hasn’t written back. Tomorrow’s our 25th Anniversary, can you believe it?
This also reminds me of the time I had the Scrabble Queen over with her 2 kids. I asked J-Man if he wanted to play a game with everyone. He looks at me, reaches over and writes NO in the dust on the TV screen. He then looks down at his fingertips and walks over to me holding out his fingers. “This is what dust looks like.” I guess that’s what they mean when they say “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
Elle
