When I was younger, as in middle school, I used to look at the stars and wonder if a specific someone (i.e. Jason Hall) was looking at the same star somewhere else (i.e two counties over - Letcher). It was sort of someone to think about and think about possible happy ever after. When he passed away, I didn't know what to do with myself because it left some sort of void. It is neat how each person that has been in our life, both those good and bad can teach us to appreciate different things. A certain someone that I so affectionately refer to as jerkface sort of reminded me appreciate things such as a pretty night. Where is this all coming from? Well, tonight is a perfect night...at least in my opinion. The temperature is such that you need a sweatshirt and jeans...and the it is clear with a nice steady breeze. I actually laid down and looked at the sky for a bit when I took Kaden out. I think the prettiest sky I remember seeing is one year at Bethel Camp when we took a hayride up on the strip mine..you felt like you could almost touch the stars.

Ok...so I think I am sounding a bit cheesy and perhaps it is because I just got finished watching a cheesy, but cute, movie with Stacey. A few new thoughts on love. First men only say and do what the are "suppose to do" in movies...ever noticed that? Second over dinner with the girls on Friday we proposed that perhaps an individual has a soul mate in each country...hmmm...so I may have found the Irish one..now on to America, you think? That is of course if I decided to buy into the whole notion of "soul mate"...another rant in itself. Yes, I am a mixture of dreamer who has become jaded.

Yeah...check this out about maltese..perhaps I should have done a bit more reading..notice separation anxiety and difficulty potty training are both on there. Oh, well, wouldn't trade the little punk for the world now.