Tuesday, cold and rainy. I end my contract time this Friday. Back on unemployment with an uncertain future. Glad God had laid it on my heart to be frugal 18 months ago.
I watched a pair of ducks this morning. The mother duck full of eggs, moving slow with her husband close by her - walking slightly ahead to scout out danger and look for food.
They find food, right where my great husband leaves it for them. Cracked corn in a sheltered spot. Dave, the bird (an squirrel) feeder of the great suburban back yards.
The drake watches his female eat, he opened his mouth as if to say - dear, eat more, for the children.
Do ducks feel love like I do from Dave? As he guides me and provides for us? He is a good man.
