The Median Sib

RT gets out earlier than I do each morning because he walks Jake for awhile.  This morning I was hurrying out the door for work.  When I looked at my car, I saw a bouquet of daisies on the roof that RT had picked during his walk earlier.

I ran back inside and thanked him, drove to work, and put them in a vase on my desk.  It reminded me of all the sweet things he has always done for me - little notes tucked in my purse, gifts for no reason other than to say he loves me.  Life is good.

It happened first thing this morning with my third grade reading group. I asked the children to tell me about their weekends - just our Monday morning debriefing custom.  One girl looked at me with sad brown eyes and said, “My goat died.” 

Where else would you hear such a statement in a normal conversation?  I LOVE my job.