Beautifully Broken

A few weeks ago I came home from dinner to find my beloved Yorkshire terrier, Zoey, had passed away. She was thirteen years old and weighed all of five pounds. When she was younger ,she went everywhere with me. She flew in planes, traveled by motorhome, stayed in hotels, went shopping, and I carried her into restaurants in her travel bag. As she got older, she became more nervous, so she traveled only if we went somewhere in the motorhome, which was quite often. My nickname for her was Baby Girl.

Direct Access

I used to be an Executive Assistant in a Fortune 500 company that almost every American is familiar with. Because the company is publicly traded, my boss’s name, salary, and bonuses were public knowledge. This made him fair game for anyone who had a service or sales pitch they felt sure he needed to hear.

Thankful

One of the sweetest times I spent with my children was at the end of the day when I put them to bed. If they hadn’t completely exhausted themselves, I used that time to listen to their viewpoint of the day. I especially loved to ask them to share three things they were thankful for. They would have gladly shared more than three, but I had to put a limit on it or they’d talk till dawn.