... why I am with him and not anyone else ... and why tonight when he comes home from work I will run to the door with the dog and the cat (both pictured here!) and greet him rather than stay back in my little office and chat with someone else on an Instant Message as I take him a bit for granted, forgetting that at least four times a week he sets aside everything else he's doing to send me his hilariously child-like drawings that move me to tears and laughter simultaneously, when he certainly has better things to do — just to make my day. And he does.
A mouthful, yes. I left myself breathless. And so did this drawing, which he sent to me this morning.
In case you're wondering what this even is, it's Taxi and Shana (dog and cat, respectively), saying they "reember" (yes, it's ridiculous, misspelled pet-speak! shut up! you know you do it too!) September 11. That's a stars and stripes bandana on Taxi's head and a police dog badge on his collar. Those are tears on his face. They are both holding flags above their heads and their paws over their hearts. And yes, those are wings on and halos above the Twin Towers.
I didn't cry at all today until I saw this.
I think I may when he comes through the door tonight.
fresh-baked at 03:46 PMThat picture is better than any of the others I was hoping to see on this site today (but feel free to post more!!)
Offered by: zuly on September 11, 2002 03:58 PMOkay, I will admit that there was a point where I did mist up. But, that was only because Wyclef Jean was butchering "Redemption Song" - my favorite Bob Marley tune.
Actually, trying to explain to my son why the flag was at half-mast and why there were red, white, and blue banners wrapped around the tree made me stop and really think about what to say. I ended up with this:
A year ago was the day that those planes hit the buildings. Do you remember that? (He said yes.) Well, today is the day that we remember all the people who died on that day and who have been fighting the bad guys to make sure they don't crash planes into our buildings again.
That's as close as I could get to it without overwhelming the almost 6 year old mind. Funny, it made sense and sounded right to a 36 year old mind too.
No catty comments. It's dog-gone cute.
Great, now >I
Offered by: Thomas on September 11, 2002 04:08 PMBob. I adore him.
The best tribute I've seen yet.
Offered by: Les Fabulous D on September 11, 2002 04:58 PMI love it! I truly believe in pet therapy. My cats give me a daily dose.
Offered by: Mary Carmen on September 11, 2002 05:04 PMOh I forgot to say, I will be tearing up tonight...when I cry for all the media hags that didn't get to report anniversary terrorism.
All their hopes for today...dashed (um, knock on wood...those are my inlaws in the air today).
Offered by: Dagain on September 11, 2002 05:32 PMhow lucky you are, Jodi
Offered by: Sofit on September 11, 2002 06:48 PMJodi, you are one lucky broad. My husband (RIP) never did anything like that for me, but my roommate, with whom I lived in blissful sin till he died, always had schmaltzy stuff for me......Your man is a keeper, for sure!!
Offered by: Lorraine on September 11, 2002 07:24 PMSniff...you made me cry...
Offered by: Allison on September 11, 2002 07:44 PMPretty cool, Jodi. I love the badge on the dog... how sweet...
Offered by: Tess on September 11, 2002 09:42 PMI love the drawing -- and him. Haven't met him, but I feel like I know him and you're a lucky gal.
So is he, by the way.
Offered by: Kelly on September 11, 2002 09:44 PM
