Love Life Saver

I had to apologize to my husband today, after being pretty mean to him last night. And then I read this little expression of love on the always inspiring blog the Nie Nie Dialogues, which made me feel bad again, but also feel good, knowing that even though Devin & I have some bumps in the road, he would no doubt be my life saver if needed.

This is Stephanie, speaking about the love of her life.

I didn't mean to, but I tuned her out for a few minutes because there out my window was Mr. Nielson. He was in his white shirt and jeans watering the flowers. He stood on the front porch, behind him dark thunder clouds gathering and the wind ever so slightly blowing his blonde hair. I had complete and utter love for that man. Partly lustful too. (I can say that) My heart swelled big and I couldn't take my eyes off him. Ohhh how I love him! How I need him!My mind wandered to the crash. Mr. Nielson saved my life. He opened the airplane door which was on fire, cleared a path for me breaking his toe and his back. It was heroic and knightly. He was motivated by love. He found his way to safety and looked back only to realize I was not following. His heart sank. He ran around to the other side of the plane just in time for it to go up in flames. He yelled and screamed my name over and over and I his...we just couldn't get to each other.I did get out and followed his path.My love for him is not of this world. It can't be broken by anything, not by and worldly ideas of what love is. Not by death. Nothing. Love is Godly, God is love. And we are his children. Our bond will carry us to the eternities and beyond. It's not cheesy, it's truth.Mr. Nielson just happened to turn to the window and give his trademark smile to me on the couch. I think he knew I was thinking of him.And Jane still continued to talk to me about making a picture of the day and one of the night. Then she asked what I was going to color and I told her:"daddy

The Adventure Continues

We are in! Devin was officially sleeping at the house a couple weeks ago. Maren & I will be occupants a week tomorrow. A LOT still needs to be unpacked, but at least we are there right? We were so excited to move to a quite little cul-de-sac, away from busy Foothill Drive, until I got a knock on my door from my neighbor at the top of the street. This is what I know about Dave. Dave is a retired fireman, who has a bit of time on his hands. He is a wood carver, & head of the neighborhood watch program. Maren loves his gigantic carved bear that was unveiled from it's winter plastic wrap a few weeks ago, & his giant gnome nestled up against his house. He invited us to come over to look at the rest of his creations in his backyard. I will do it soon, & post pictures.

Back to the story. Dave raps at my door, "We have out first spotter of the year" pointing to the beat up Honda across the street. Spotters are cars who sit, usually with someone it, watching the neighborhood houses, & then your house is robbed. Dave then tells me that he knows from the neighbors in the circle over, that this car used to park outside of a house that they believe is selling drugs, but is now parking in our circle. This is where it starts to get good. He said to watch for the kids to come back, walk out, get as close to them as you can, then snap a picture! "We need a good profile picture." This was key moment to share that I had been assaulted, & not setting foot near anyone who could be under the influence. But I didn't tell him. We talked for a minute longer, then he went back to his fantasey land.

A few minutes later Zephyr is barking, & out my window, I see a young Asian boy sitting behind his car, then see Dave walk up inches in front of him, snap a picture & walk away. Still watching, the kid sees me, my sister, & Maren watching him; so he flips us off as he is driving down the circle. Then Dave is back, practically poking his head in the kids window. I was waiting for a gun shot, or at least a punch. But the kid drove off.

My sister told me that from her angle, she could see the kid, stuffing what looked like plastic bags in & out of a bottle, then tapped it under his car. I stepped outside to find out what he hell Dave said to him! He told the kid that he knew his car had been frequenting the house in the circle over, & that any unusual car in our neighborhood is going to be photographed and reported since the string of break ins last year. I told him about the the hand gesture, & the bottle. The kid told him he was taping his muffler.

Well, I am not bold enough to get up close an personal enough to snap pictures, but I will pick up duct tape, & a fresh cigarette butt as evidence & give it to Dave. He was a little overzealous about this.

We all know my dog is a worthless wimp of an attack dog, but he does have a ferocious bark, & is really big. This makes me feel a little better.