Today as I was swinging on the front porch swing thinking about this past weekend, I realized how blessed I really am. I have an amazing husband and an absolutely perfect son. My friends are wonderful and my family is the best. I'm including my husband's family too because they have welcomed me with open arms since day one. God has been good to me.
This past week and weekend has been a very joyous and difficult weekend. Grayson turned one year! How time flies! My son is healthy and a genius, at least I think so. We had a good day celebrating his birthday. We ate Mexican and Grayson even got to wear a sombrero! It was a perfect day. Well, almost a perfect day. Someone was missing. Milestones like that are hard when you reach them without someone you love. Skype wasn't working so we couldn't even see each other. At least we got to talk on the phone.
The next day I went to buy decorations and groceries for Grayson's party. I also thought I would buy me a new dress. Well, that didn't exactly go the way I planned. Just a little background. I am a dog lover. Always have been and always will be. Plus I am a little emotional right now. Ok, back to the story. On the way to the store I saw a dog in the road that had been run-over. I was very saddened and started thinking about my Buster. Well when I passed the dog he lifted his head and looked at me and I lost it. I started crying and I turned the jeep around as soon as I could and stopped to get him. I was not the only one. Three more vehicles pulled over and helped me. One gave me a blanket and the other two picked up the dog and put him in the back of the jeep. Poor dog couldn't stand up. He tried and he fell right away. I took him to the vet and the only humane thing to do was euthanize him. I hated to do it but the vet said it would take hours of surgery and that was just to repair a broken pelvis and he would probably need at least one leg amputated. Then the vet told me he hadn't even started to discuss the internal injuries. He said the dog was probably a stray and he could tell by looking at him he was not well taken care of. The vet and I decided the best thing for him was to let him die in peace. I have never stopped crying and now I am crying so hard that the vet tech goes and gets me some tissue.
After I finished up with the vet, I sat in my jeep for 10 minutes and cried. I finally cried for Buster and for me.
I usually try not to fell sorry for myself but this day I just let it all out. I cried for Grayson. I cried for all the people in my situation. I cried for the ones who have lost someone, I'm including pets. I think I just needed to cry. When I finally composed myself, I went shopping. No fun. Nothing looked good to me. I just wandered around town. I really needed to talk to Gabe. He makes me feel better. Of course I cried when I told him what happened.
I love that man. Just the sound of his voice makes me feel better. There is no greater feeling that knowing I have my soul mate. He loves me and I love him. I am blessed. I hope everyone has someone like that in their life. He is my best friend.
Sunday was Grayson's birthday party and we had a blast. Again it was hard without Gabe but my family made it perfect. We had good food and lots of laughs. Most of the laughs came because of something Grayson did. That boy is an entertainer. He put on a pair of sunglasses and walked around to every person there! He really is absolutely perfect! I love that little guy. All the things we went through after he was born was worth it.
So sitting on the porch swing tonight I realized I was the luckiest girl in the world!