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Sunday morning, 10/5.

Loucon is so accommodating to GITC. Arrangements were made for our early breakfast before the rest of the camp arrived. For $3.00, the camp kitchen serves up a hot breakfast that can’t be beat. Eggs, grits, pancakes, sausage, toast, danish, fruit, coffee, juice. It’s a good way to fuel our early morning departure for Louisiana.

I’m a little frustrated because I’m still writing about the August GITC trip to Fond Du Lac, Wisconsin. I want to jump right and start telling you about now – in real time. But I’m going to exercise patience for now and finish that path first.

In the meantime, though, I’ll share why I write. Because some times overheard conversations lead me to want to say things are not appropriate to say. The conversation was slightly humorous. Tales of husbands who don’t cook, don’t clean, can’t boil water, leave cabinet doors open, leave food out, don’t help carry groceries or open doors anymore.

I wish I had some complaints like that. Unfortunately for me, my husband was loving, caring, committed to my happiness. He cooked, he cleaned, he did laundry, went grocery shopping. We shared the store responsibilities, we shared everything. I wish I had just one thing I could complain about, add to the conversation. But without him now, I just don’t.

That’s how I originally came about writing "Things You Never Gave Me," in 2007. I’ve heard the same complaints from coworkers, in church circles, among friends and even family. I thought about sharing my feelings, the poem and the picture, but that could be construed as lecturing, right? If they really are unhappy with the person they are with, it would be wrong of me to interject my past happiness, right?

jak