I Am Blessed

I was talking to my brother the other day complaining about there not being enough hours in the day, and that it would really help me out if my daughter would give me an hour to myself. That I wish I could do what I wanted, when I wanted, and how I wanted. And as I was prattleing on about having to entertain her, he stopped me with these words.

"I wish I was you."

I nearly fell over. Someone saying to me, "I wish I was you," is a statement that completly boggles my mind.

I replied in kind by telling him he was crazy, and that if he would like to drive my ugly chevy sprint around, work on my falling-down house, and stress about insurance, house taxes, fruit cake neighbors, and a lawn mower that refused to work, be my guest!

But he just shook his head and sighed. "I miss my kids. I miss taking them to the movies, being their soccor coach, and just being their dad. I wish I had a reason to get up other then just work everyday."

By God, he said it so quiet and sad that I nearly cried. Very rarely does my brother open up to me. VERY rarely. I can't think of more then three conversations we have had over the last few years that involved emotions. Maybe for me but not him.

He went on to tell me that someday I will have plenty of time to sleep in, lounge around the house in my pj's and I will hate it. I will miss all the flurry of activity and be all alone in my little house.

Well, I have news for him!

He's right.

I will miss my darling terribly and even though I do not get much sleep, I would not trade a moment of my awake time for more zzz's.

I hugged him. Another thing I rarely do. I am not a touchy, feely person unless it is someone really close. It's that "American bubble thing" again.

Anyway, tired, still having computer problems, and need to go to bed. My eyelids have had it for today.

Good night.