THE MUG

This is MY MUG. Many many years ago when the earth was green and we were young and svelte, my good friend Heidi Heinlein Paul (Now she is Heidi Paul. When I met her she was 18 or 19 yrs old and not.) Anyway she gave this to me as either a birthday or Christmas present, and I have treasured it ever since. It perfectly reflects my life.
It has gone through many changes with me (as has Heidi) and now my children are grown and gone (when I met her I still had to wait to get them off to school before I went to work at FSAH, where she was kennel manager.
Her son, who she had no inkling she would have, is a sophomore in college.

And I still have the mug.
When we had to suddenly evacuate the house May 26th, I frantically searched for the MUG, I had to have it. And so it went to the motel with us. I brought it when we moved into the rental.

I take comfort from it. Everything changes. Children marry, divorce, remarry, have major ups and downs, dogs come and leave, breaking our hearts: friends get sick and die, or just get sick, we argue with our spouses over whether to throw out the 20yr+ freezer or not, we see fantastic sights-- get caught in a cattle drive, win marathons or at least give it our best shots. We get new puppies (hope springs eternal) retire, move, make new friends.

And through it all is MY MUG. I love my mug. Somehow, I think the MUG has grown fond of me.

And it still represents my entire life.

Thank you Heidi.