Today started out very much like any other day in the last year. I had men working on my garage.
The siding is being put up now. The difference between now and three months ago, is that Mr. Y is home from Afghanistan. There is no conversation devoted centering around his safety. That conversation is saved for my nephew Andy and for Zach. Packages are being created and prayers said for their safe return.
I'm sure you're wondering why Chris isn't working on this. Well, he is but not as fast as he would like. We both have college and Bunny and other obligations that are sapping our time as well as our energy. There is little time left for the garage; barely enough for the regular household chores that seem to just magnify when they aren't done in a timely fashion.
So - the German, the Irishman, and the Russian are in my backyard with their dogs and they are sharing stories as well as creating a few more to share at a later date.
I am very fortunate to have these men in my life.
