Nervous Nelly and Daffodils

I've often been called Nervous Nelly, especially when it comes to my kids and my furbabies. But, I try not to let them know I sweat about it. It's just that Type A personality that came ingrained in myself long ago.

This morning Miss Abbie went to the hospital to be boarded for surgery early, early on Monday morning.

Oh, how I packed her bag with lots of goodies and gave explicit directions for care and favorites-- treats, toys, including her new "Boy Toy" which is blue "chicken toy" and oh my lands, the vet probably thinks I'm the worse Nervous Nelly ever. I hope getting her spayed won't change her sweet little personality.

You know me, in the Gynecology field, I'm ever calling and asking if her uterus AND her ovaries would be removed!  Only I would do that probably.  Hey, I think ovaries are a good thing!  ;)

And for alot of questions about the exact time of Brandon's arrival back on US soil, this has to remain flexible due to scheduling issues over the pond and over here and also for security reasons we were told not to release exact dates and times. But all in all, the Nervous Nelly is biting her nails hoping he touches USA soil soon and I can't tell you how happy I am that he will be on US soil.  Any soil but Afghanistan combat dessert right now would be fine with me!

So, this is a day already starting full of anticipations for the week ahead and I'm like a deer struck by headlights again, with phases of spinning and running, and trying not to worry too much because like the chaplain said at our last FRG meeting........we are now at 3rd base. It's almost over.

Thank you, Jesus!  I imagine Brandon's guardian angel was quite busy over there this year and he had more prayers of support including my "porch prayers" every night/morning at about 12-1am. Some serious prayer with God about keeping him safe.

We have daffodils in various stages in the forest around our house. The ones closest to the house do not get much sun so they are just now peeking through the soil. On the other hand, the ones down closer to the edge of the property have already peaked.

Last year at this time I wrote about Daffodils because they have a special meaning for me. See the next post to reread my thoughts on Daffodils which are so special to me.

This is an excerpt by Williams Woodsworth poem, "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"

I wandered lonely as a cloud



That floats on high o'er vales and hills,


When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.......................
 
 

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye


Which is the bliss of solitude


And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.