Meeting the Grandparents...

This morning (2 a.m.) Kelsey came into my room to check in with me. She was full of excitement and wanted to talk, so I brought myself to full awareness. She told me how she went to the BYU basketball game with Covey and his FAMILY, not just his immediate family, but cousins, aunts, uncles and GRANDPARENTS. She has met his grandparents before, but not in this context. What context is that, you ask? Well, the first thing grandpa Covey asked her when he came up to meet her was, "Are you the ONE?" She answered, "Yes, I am the one." He then took great delight in telling everyone all night long to "come meet my new granddaughter!" No, nothing official to report, but her courtship with Covey is moving along quite nicely, and at just the right speed. They have liked each other/dated for almost 5 years now, and he has never brought her to an extended family function. This is a huge step in their relationship. I am amazed at the maturity of their relationship and the discussions that they have, although really, they have grown up together and weathered a few "storms" that most people don't experience until after marriage. I was giving her some "Dr. Laura" advice the other day and she told me that she already knew that because they talked about it in her marriage class and she was already doing those things. AWESOME! I love seeing her so happy and hearing about how wonderful Covey treats her. He is a good one--definitely a keeper!

He's a hard habit to break....

I am having a hard time going to sleep at night, thinking "I still have to let the dog out..." I wake up at 6 a.m. thinking, "oh no, I forgot to let the dog out" and as I walk downstairs in the early morning hours, I watch out for "accidents" (that was happening more and more lately...) I look for him where ever I am during the day, because he is usually close by, sleeping. I wait to hear the jingle of his dog tags, but it is silent. I walk over to fill his food and water bowl, but there is a big blank, open spot on the floor where it used to sit. I still haven't moved his bed out of my room, or his kennel from beside the door. I haven't washed his blankets yet. I know he isn't just at the groomer's for the day. The house seems empty, less one presence. Every now and then, I still tear up. I talked with Steve on the phone, and he was emotional. We had 15 1/2 years of wonderful, sometimes frustrating, moments with a beautiful spirit that I hope to meet again. We love you Elfins!