My cousins, Gene and Kathy, are here from the States visiting us. We have had spent hours talking, laughing and eating, of course drinking and visiting this church, that monument and a million charming towns.
Gene is a handy man. Yes!! A genuine, golden hand, H-A-N-D-Y-M-A-N!! A gem, a treasure, the best thing that has ever landed on my doorstep. He knows how to do anything and everything. I am so tempted to give him a hammer, a drill, nails and whatever else he would need to fix the things that need fixin' and do the "Honey-dos" that I have been begging that Non-Handyman French Husband of mine.
Gene is all for doing whatever I want him to do…. but I feel so guilty, okay sort of guilty to take him up on it. I mean gee… this is the first trip to Europe and all, and there is so much to see and do rather than do miscellaneous jobs for me….
But he is twisting my arm, and well, my guilt is growing weaker and weaker.
And Kathy, she is easy going, loves to do what I love to do best…talk! We have shared story after story! I think I might have to lock them up in the amoire just to keep them here for myself.
Family from Willows, I am so happy I could cry. Especially on this day, to have family near, those who were so very close to my Father. Gene and Kathy have many stories about my Dad…. Today marks two years that my Dad died. Two years….. how can that be?
They are the golden gift that has landed on our doorstep… like little miracles of happiness unveiling themselves to remind us that we are loved and never alone.
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