My family has just taken a very big step: they've got a dog. Actually, we've had her for a couple of months now. She a very happy, people loving black lab. and unfortunately, she ends up being lonely quite a bit since she's only happy around people. This evening, the kids were playing frisbee in the street with her running back and forth. It's quite comical to watch because everyone stands around for the most part...the only things moving are the frisbee and the dog.
After this display of athleticism, I hauled my carcass out to the backyard to hang out with her. My youngest sister and I laid down and she laid between us. For an hour or so we just laid there harmonizing old songs with Jasmine sleeping , her head on my arm. 'Down in the Valley,' 'Wayfarin' Stranger,' 'Oh Freedom,' 'All the Pretty Little Horses,' 'Bury me not on the Lone Prarie,' 'Behold the Wood of the Cross,' 'The Raggle Taggle Gypsies,' 'Scarborough Fair.' I had a fleeting thought "Gee, there's probably bugs all over the place crawling around on my skirt or down my shirt." However, I soon banished such thoughts since it was a cool night and I didn't feel anything.
Laying there with the dog on the bare ground, gazing up at the stars, I thought of all those in the past who had done this: my ancestors perhaps, or the settlers of our nation. More than likely it was probably just gypsies. There were so many stars out, more than usual, and the night wind was blowing only softly. The interstate 1/4 mile away was not making much noise, and the moon is full and bright. The Vernal Equinox. It is the night before the the Passover, and the night on which my Savior suffered and died. It was a lovely feeling there on the ground with the dog and my sister...all's right with the world...I'm loved and someone cares for me. I don't care right now that I'm in debt up to my nose; that I have to work in the morning; that I have never had a boyfriend; that I don't know my vocation; that my family's emotions are hanging onto sanity by a thread. My God loves me and He cares. I'd stay under those stars forever.
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