Shutter Happy ~ Day 10 ~ Prized Possession

This sweet little angel was a delightful surprise 

from Darlin' Hubby a few Valentine's Days ago. 

 Seeing her on the card shop's shelf, 

he thought she might be a perfect accompaniment 

to his annual promise of roses. 

I have cherished her ever since 

and she has become my teacher. 

I love the way she just quietly stands in her place and shines. 

She doesn't overextend or underextend. 

She simply, peacefully offers what she has, 

trusting it is enough. 

#shutterhappy

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Bitter Teachers

Bitter ones are Teachers.

No doubt about that one.

Still.

And.

It is crucial that you protect 

the Cave of your Heart, dearest.

When you know they just like to "debate"

(read:  argue)

and push buttons?

Set boundaries and don't engage.

You can trust your gut that what he's spouting is Bullshit.

It would be very different . . . 

there would be more marbles in his jar . . . 

(those must be earned, you know)

If

(and that's a mighty big "if")

he was respectful

and used care

about what he posts on his personal Facebook wall.

As it is, he shares mean meme's

and hunts people down who 

disagree with him 

and tries to bait them into 

"discussions."

That isn't your intent 

and, deep down, 

we both know it.

(Is your opinion that important,

that integral a part of you?

Are you that fragile that 

All Must Agree 

*with you*?)

Nah, I'm gonna pass.

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Betsy's All Better

Getting my Betsy-girl all fixed up.

My newest teacher.

May I be as gracious and willing to make it right

when I next make a mistake.

Not only did he pay for the part and the labor

to get my side view mirror fixed,

he also had my car detailed.

And he made sure they did it right

(which took three reminders).

The lumber had scuffed my hood

and the big band-aid left some duct tape residue.

But now?  

All gone.

He left us better than he found us.

Blessed be.

Isn't she pretty?

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