I was clearing off my dining room table one Saturday morning after breakfast for 1st shift when I noticed, for the first time, how one of my dining room chairs looked a little scuffed up.
And then it hit me – the dings and scratches were from the handcuffs and guns and whatever else the officer’s shiny black belt is packing.
Before I knew it, I was smiling. I really do have the family I have always wanted.
Now when I look at my well loved chairs, I am reminded of my big-hearted officers -- the Captain, the Lieutenants, the Sergeants, and the 45-50 Officers who have sat at my table -- all of the officers with whom I have had the joy and privilege of cooking breakfast and dinner for these past three years….and it makes me so happy! ♥
Now when I look at my well loved chairs, I am reminded of my big-hearted officers -- the Captain, the Lieutenants, the Sergeants, and the 45-50 Officers who have sat at my table -- all of the officers with whom I have had the joy and privilege of cooking breakfast and dinner for these past three years….and it makes me so happy! ♥
God bless you, Ann! You always make me smile and you are an inspiration.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kim, for your sweet comment. Who knew, 3 years ago, a few scratched chairs would bring me so much happiness. :)
DeleteI made ME smile, too. I still just love what you're doing!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Miss Cathy – it makes ME feel good too that you still enjoy my little stories and follow my adventures. When I was drafting out my blog post last night, it started out totally different and evolved into a story about my little chairs. It’s kind of neat how that happens sometimes. Thanks for stopping by.
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