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All ogether Now: A Great Big "Awwww"

I arrived home Wednesday just in time to wrap one of my baby geese in a towel before she gasped for her last few breaths. As she lay in my arms dying, I cried and prayed the only words that came to my mind: “Dear Jesus, please carry Your creature to Your kingdom.” I placed her inside a shoe box and my sweetie buried her near the fence in a hole deep enough to keep our hunting cats from digging her up.

I so wish someone from The Publisher’s Clearinghouse had been videotaping me yesterday afternoon when I walked in to check on the remaining goose. Inside his makeshift pen were two new geese. One looks just like the other geese did when I brought them home, except he has hamster-like chubby cheeks. The other one is a delicate yellow. Apparently, my dear one decided to go to the feed store this morning on a day when we didn't need dog food or an assortment of John Deere toys. This is no small feat that required a 1 hour round trip drive into town.

When we have a baby, I hope it’s a girl. This man will so be the kind of father who drives around town at 2 in the morning looking for a gold speckled fish to replace the one his little girl lost earlier in the day. Just because he won’t want to see *that* face when she finds out that fish really don't swim upside when they're sleeping.
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Christy said…
Oh, Alli. I'm so sorry.
I also share in your admiration of your sweet hubby - that's such a gentle gesture :)
6:39 PM
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