The county has spent the better part of a month working on the street in front of my house. It started off well with the appearance of of county vehicles complete with hard hats, and equipment, and big trucks. One side one week, other side the next about two weeks give or take. Generally the two week response is the limit you are willing to give folks as anything beyond that seems silly. Unless you are in construction apparently. The first week began well, with the county breaking up the road, and the concrete company pouring the concrete and smoothing it out little by little. Till the concrete company decides to take a vacation for a few days, because thats what you need after a few hours work is a vacation. We then discovered that we were not the concrete company's primary concern as we were a "side job." Admittedly I was annoyed but not as much as it was not on my side of the road. Last week no work whatsoever from either side, at least some of that due to rain. Perhaps they needed a vacation to remember the last vacation. Needless to say its not been a fun time but then again maybe I am clueless I just don't know. As a society do we pride ourselves on working hard or hardly working? I dunno that got a little rantish so lets move on....
I left work tonight and had the pleasure of meeting some friends that Erin and I mentor through foster care through the State of Kentucky. Its a program designed to support new foster parents in those early weeks to keep them encouraged and strong and keep them from burning out too quickly. These folks are great people who have already had a number of placements in their home and have seen some of the issues but mostly the great joys of becoming a foster parent. Hardly working is not in their category.
So I get home from late shift and then talking with them when I call Erin to figure out my parking situation. Unfortunately I need to park farther down but at least I am thankful I am on the road. I begin to walk up the sidewalk, figuring I would limp by the neighbor across the streets house a little more than usual since he allowed the college girls to park in his driveway.....stupid non out of shape people grumble grumble ...grumble stupid big hole in my street when I see the light...of what appears to be a flashlight coming towards me. The sidewalk is in various stages of disarray and whoever is shining that light has it right on my eyes. Then I hear "March...March...March....going to save Daddy March March, come on girls we have to get to Daddy and save him" Here comes my 3 daughters led by my oldest...2 I know have problems with the dark...marching to me. I called out to them and they told me "Mommy said we could walk you home" Those 3 girls continue to shine their love right through my heart. Cherish your children, seek to help others and if the frustrations of the world wear you down, keep pressing on you might just see some kids coming with a flashlight, you cant have them though they are all mine!!
I love you my sweethearts
Beautiful Kevin.- Holly
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