As I stepped outside I saw our local chickadees flying about. They seemed so carefree darting here and there. I watched for awhile thinking how nice that must feel. To be free. Just spred your wings and fly away.Soaring up to the clouds and back. Then I heard my name being called. My husband had pushed the wrong button on his clicker again causing it to malfuntion. The frustration of not being able to do things right gets him depressed.The spell of the chickadees was now broken and I stepped back inside. I pushed the correct buttons. Fluffed his pillows. Gave him my best smile. As he settled back down my gaze turned towards his window. I saw the chickadees settling in the bush. My husband loves the chickadees and often points them out to me.I wonder if he also gets caught up in thier spell. How much he would love to spred his wings and fly back to God. Being bed ridden is no way for a man to end up. I love him so. When he spreds his wings I will miss him terribly.
