Tonight's assignment is to write about Reese. because we want to write happy and she makes us feel happy.
She's a red head. And small. 5' 2 '' but her spirit is generous in size. It spreads out and covers like a properly sewn quilt does. And she is strong through her pain, like pioneer strong, like buried a baby and went on strong. And she is tender as a done pork loin roast on a winter's morning.
She's funny. Like dun dun dun funny. Roll them Lester, she says. 'everytime it's funny.
Once when I was so sore I wasn't typing much she wanted to know why I wasn't laughing. Oh I was lol'ing. but she wanted a good long belly laugh.
as it is, my laptop used to jiggle on my knees, when her quick wit would catch me just right, the words would bounce, and I would miss a shot in pool. Wiping my eyes with the tail of my shirt, I would try to see the screen.
It shows up in her writing too. The bar kiddy corner to the church, of course. the squirrel running down the road waiting for her and putting pinesol out in a bowl to fool her fella into thinking she worked cleaning all day long.
I look to see if she's on. If she is I brighten, if she isn't I hope she's okay.
She draws just fine, but she's a bit timid about it. Her drawings are great. they are determined, her stick figures show enthusiasm. Her landscapes are sunny.
I don't know how the world could do without her, and I had better not have to find out. I expect God to cut her some serious Grace and give her some relief from her pain, or He and I will have some words.
zap.
uh oh. Ouch.
Anyway what I meant to say is, she's in my prayers. and hardly needs a candle lit for her, she's one bright cookie. (with raisins)
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