To think that as I was posting my last post there, Pierre was on his way out. Thank you for being the man who will sit and hold his blubbering wife in the middle of the night over a kitten who died. The man who will drive nearly an hour roundtrip at 2 am to take the surviving kitten for fluids. The man who will tenderly break the news to the children, then hold then tight. The man who will take the day off work (working very long, early hours the next few days to make up for it) to spend the time together as a family, to respectfully take care of the body of the kitten who passed away, and to keep tabs on the kitten hanging on to life against the odds at the vet's. To be the man who truly cares and mourns when the little one fails and he, too, passes away from distemper. The man who cares to know that the two kitten brothers bodies will be taken care of together.
Thank you for being that man.
And in the midst of all that, thank you for creating such bright moments in the day, as it was also my birthday. For the flowers, the steamers for the girls to tape to the wall, the gifts for me from the girls. And for the love. Bummer that my present still hasn't arrived! The one besides my camera, that is.
I love you.
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