Whispered Promises

Which fictional character (TV, movie, or literature) would you most want to be friends with...and why? I have always had a list of literary/fictional characters that I would want to be pals with:  Elizabeth Bennet - Who stands boldly for what she believes in a topsy~turvy world; she has a strong sense of justice. I admire her literary prowess, her endeavor to serve right and good, despite the losses, and the strength of her love for those who are blessed enough to receive it. Jane Eyre - The love of Mr Rochester because he represented 'home' to her and the banter they shared was delightful. She was given a depth of character that goes beyon d the book's pages. I also adore that her desire is not money, and when she comes into it, it does not redefine her, all that matters to her is love and life. She is really classy when she came from such a dark place.  Anne Shirley - She day dreamed and built worlds within her world. I did the same as a child, always f

So I get up at 5:30 am because I wanted to get ahead on a few things before the 8am meeting that I had to schedule due to the other person not having "any other time in the day to manage the meeting" Matthew too was up since 5 am - normally he leaves by 3 am but he has been working crazy early and after hours to cover shifts. But Matthew got a call  yesterday– he is doing the 7:30 am shift, they finally realized the man needed some sleep. But when I am up with him, he thinks of things – like – ‘we’ operative word ‘you’ need to get some laundry done today. 'We' should have a good breakfast – meaning, he is hungry and would like breakfast, of course then the shower – which I have noticed and commented on getting fixed and he has told me he will take care of (for months now) – finally breaks and now we have a plumbing issue in the tub. ‘We’ need to call our local plumber, – after I explained to Matthew that calling him means we will need a new mortgage if he ha

                                                                                                                Three Thirty am, on September 6, 2015, I packed and jumped into my car and raced off to NY state, to Dansville Hospital, to Kayleen - my baby - who was having my very first grand child. I would receive a call from her a little before 7am. Excited I asked - "Did you have him yet?" She giggled and replied that she was having camel back contractions and although she had wanted to go completely natural- she had no choice - she opted for medicine to rest a little before she had to push. She has slept some and Justin was taking a small nap beside her and she called me. The waiting room held Justin's mom, Hailey's mom, Hailey and Sarah Mae - always my soldier daughter, always there for her sister. But Kayleen called me. That meant the world to me and I told her so. We chatted about what to expect and confirmed the journey was worth it.  She thank