When the phone rings at midnight it's never good news. David's out of town and I was sure I was going to have to deal with some tragedy on my own.
But that wasn't the case at all.
On the other end of the phone was my beautiful 27 year old daughter screaming with excitement that she's getting married! Her boyfriend of 3+ years had proposed and "the ring is GORGEOUS, Mom!"
My baby's getting married. Back to Weight Watchers and lots of trips to California for wedding planning.
I was full of sappy sentimentality while driving out to the shelter. I don't remember really driving out to the shelter - I must've been on autopilot. I rescued 4 cats today - one of them named "Hartley" who is an ADORABLE black kitten. Hartley isn't going to our rescue, but I was more than happy to rescue him for another rescue's volunteer. It's always fun to meet other people who "get it". Rescue can be so isolating. Jill had a lovely room set up for him - fresh food, water, a cozy bed, a heater and lots of sunshine beaming through the window. I wanted to stay and play with him too. :)
I grabbed a 16 week old orange kitten for myself. I'm still trying to decide what I'm going to name the little sweetie. It's Mark Twain's 176th birthday today - maybe it should be "Huckleberry"! I'm open for suggestions. Nothing seems quite right - yet.
For tonight, I'll sit with my little orange guy, missing my sweetie and thinking about white dresses....