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Laura Arual doesn't think she will ever get tired of watching him walk up the front porch steps as he comes home from work.

Reflecting

I am not a religious person, but every once in a while a bible verse from some long ago sojourn at summer bible school in leiu of a babysitter pops into my head. Corinthians "love is patient, love is kind." I looked it up. I had most of the verse right but, I had added a line about how love is putting yourself through hardship for the sake of those you love. It is because he hates his job so much, but he continues to go to it for me, for us . That is love. I have never been loved like that before.
Laura Arual is a little bit more in love with him every day.
Laura Arual struggles to be patient and tolerant. Not her strong suit ... She is determined that someday she will tell amusing puppy anecdotes about right now.
Laura Arual can only hope that tomorrow is a better day.
Laura Arual thought that everything was okay. She was wrong.
Laura Arual reminds herself that it's not what the inside of her house looks like but the love inside her house that matters.

Reflecting

Sunday morning solitude. That used to be my routine. Every Sunday. Me. The apartment. The cats. Housework. The gym. Work for work. That routine is gone. The apartment is gone. The solitude is gone. But, added is a richness, a fullness that was only there fleetingly. Walking to work this week around that perfect cal du sac with its immaculately manicured lawns and scrubbed clean recycling bins, I saw an older man standing on his driveway. He wore a plaid shirt-jacket and dark colored fleece pants. His back was to me, but by his stance and the hunch of his shoulders I could tell he was trying to light a cigarette. Ive seen Chris stand like that countless times. And then, my attention was caught by noise off to the side. A smaller white haired woman in bright pink yoga pants and matching jacket was fussing with something on the lawn. Obviously, the two of them had taken the garbage and recycling out together. He had lingered to have a cigarette on the driveway, and she had scurried ah
Laura Arual is gloriously content to be snuggled in her bed next to a snoring man, a snoring dog, and several snoring cats.

Reflecting

Laura Arual realized last night just how much she can depend on him without fear of disappointment. Is that what true pair bonding is? Something deeper than trust ... Knowing that you won't be let down so you no longer need to make that solo emergency plan for when things fall apart?
Laura Arual had the kind of week where there was lots of love and hope .
Laura Arual fears she is an unsuccessful juggler about to drop one of the objects.
Laura Arual needs to honour the end of summer tomorrow but she doesn't know how.

Reflecting

It is the almost end of the summer. Two more days. This time Tuesday night and all of those names on the class list will be people. The 2012-2013 school year begun. If I ruled the world, this weekend would be the new year.... January 1st is meaningless to me, but that first Tuesday after labour day since 1981, everything in my world changes. I read online that ms.leppart aka snake woman died and left a $120000 endowment to winger public school. I either thought woman was too evil to die or so old that she had been dead for years. While part of me was stunned at her genorousity and glad on behalf of the students who will benefit, most of my reaction was visceral hatred... That woman made the third grade hell for me. Teachers are not supposed to make children feel like that. My remembrances of her are everything I strive not to be professionally. My intention was for this to be the summer retrospective. This summer was like no other. All of the others had a sameness to them. Lon
Laura Arual ends the summer with a smile. And a slightly sore ankle.