I love Pandora jewelry. Harry, my Mom, Harry's mother, all know how much I like Pandora. I have several bracelets and a necklace and adore each and every charm I'm given. I mix and match my charms and bracelets and they make me happy. It may seem silly, but not to me. I like them. I also am falling in love with Alex and Ani. I always wanted the bracelets and suddenly, my friends and family are giving them to me as gifts. They fit nicely with my Pandora bracelets and the collection is pretty when all combined. Thank-you for noticing!
Some people consider themselves dog people, others are cat people. I'm both. I love my pets. I love my cats and dogs, not one more or less than the other. They make me laugh, they keep me warm, they bring me comfort, they give me something to do. I love the way Phoebe looks at me as though I'm the greatest thing on earth. I love how smart Elenore can be. I laugh out loud at the fire kitties and hold the 3-legged one tight. They're all special.
There's something that brings me warmth in my seemingly frigid, trying life. Junior can relax me when nothing else can. If I hold my hand flat, palm pointed forward, his eyes will lock on mine and he will ever so softly lick my hand. I can breathe again. Everything becomes soft. Everything is better.
Many years ago, Harry put his arms around me and suddenly I felt very, very small. It felt good. I no longer needed to be the strong person everyone depended on. I could simply enjoy the safety of his embrace. That has never changed. Today, when I stood in the kitchen, worrying about tomorrow, I wrapped my arms around myself and then he wrapped himself around me; suddenly, I felt very small, I felt safe. As long as I feel warmth, safety and joy, what else matters?