My husband sat across the table from me eating breakfast. We were talking about our day ahead of us when Father Nick walked into the restaurant.
I raise my hand to wave at him and he walked across the floor to our table. In his Scottish brogue he said, "top of the morning to ya."
I smiled. "How are your girls?"
"You know," he began, "the girls are the love of my life."
I know exactly what you mean Father. "The boys are the love of my life too."
Every Wednesday my husband and I deliver Meals on Wheels. We all meet at the Catholic Church to pick up the meals we will be delivering that day.
We always take "the boys" with us. I drive while my husband takes the food inside to the clients. While we are waiting for the food to arrive, we walk across the driveway to see the two little "girl" Chihuahuas.
Bailey runs along the fence to greet the "girls", while Meko hides behind me. One of the girl's likes us, while the other one wishes we would go away forever.
From another table at the restaurant that morning, we heard, "excuse me sir, what religion are you?"
Without missing a beat, Father Nick said, "I'm Catholic."
She said, "I heard you talking about your children."
My husband laughed out loud. Father Nick smiled.
"They are the love of my life." He said.
Me too, Father Nick, me too.