Hope or Bust.

The above picture is kind of how I have been feeling as of late.  Not all the way down only half way down.  You know the  kind of on the verge & could go either way kind of feeling, feeling.  Although I did have a minor breakdown last week but we won't count that.

On Friday, after hitting the 105 year old dog mark, my first baby below went to Heaven (all dogs go to Heaven, right?)  She was a good dog and we loved her very much.  

On that same day Dad asked me if I knew what Pollyanna's last name was on that great vintage Disney show we all love.  Of course without thought I blurted out, "Whittier".  That question made me think about how I  just love that show because Pollyanna had such an impact on the towns people.  She was well known to find the good in everything, hence the "glad game".  I was trying really, I mean really hard to play that game with the whole loss thing I had just suffered.  There was probably only one thing I could come up with besides that fact that Daisy dog is not suffering anymore and that was I could really feel and and have empathy for those that have lost their pets.  Whereas before I couldn't as much because I hadn't been through losing a pet of this nature & to this degree.  Well there was Georgina the cat and Marley the dog who both got hit by cars but they hadn't become quite the fixture as Daisy.  I am grateful for experiencing this situation only for the whole empathy part but outside of that nothing else quite comes to mind, so no more having animals that die before I do.  Which means tortoises or bust.(Don't they live to 100 or something?) 

{Dad & good old Daisy dog}

Then we made it to Easter and couldn't help but feel like there was hope again.  That's what the Savior gives us you know.  Kids filled the very empty backyard with some squeals of delight and some not so joyous squeals.  Mom made a great dinner and after we ate Bacca and Nana played with the kids (sorry no picture of Nana).  Bacca is such a great bubble blower.

The kids getting the paparazzi from both ends.

Only Mr. Rabbit seemed to like the fig bars Mom tried to sneak into the Easter baskets.  I don't blame the girls for not appreciating my health kick in their Easter baskets.

Little Miss Sunshine.

Happy, happy, joy, joy.

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Now after all of those festivities, was it wrong that when we were driving back to our home hubby & I had actually discussed our desire to forego feeding children a well-balanced meal and replace with some nutritional beverages so that we could hurry and put them down to bed? Whoof what a day!

I hope to see Daisy again.