Not everyone would get excited about those two words. I do though. Again, anyone who knows me is not surprised.
I have been looking at these metal sculptures in the yard of a flea market for years now. Every time I drive by the flea market, I look longingly at all the different critters.
I went out to eat lunch with a friend, and on the way home, we stopped at the flea market. It was closed, so we couldn't go in. It didn't even occur to me that I was hinting about what I'd like for my upcoming birthday gift. I pointed out the different goats, roosters, zebras, pigs, flamingoes, and giraffes. Then we got back into the car and drove home.
Well, my friend told me that I needed to come visit her so I could get my birthday present. She and her husband were going on vacation and wouldn't be in town for my birthday. I told her, "We can wait until y'all return from your vacation." She said, "Oh, you really need to get your birthday present before we leave."
So yesterday, I stopped by her house on the way home from picking up Harry's medicine at the vet. She and I sat down and talked, and I must have really needed to talk because normally, when I see a present that I know is for me, the first thing I want to do is tear open the gift wrapping. And this was a huge gift bag. We talked until I'd gotten things off my chest, and she said, "OK, open your present."
I unwrapped the green tissue paper, and lo and behold, it was a metal goat!!!! I told her that I didn't see how she could outdo what she'd given me last year, but this was exactly what I needed.
She asked me what I was going to name him. I said I didn't usually name inanimate pets. But then immediately, I thought of a name: Theophilus. When I told my husband the goat's name, he said, "William Theophilus." I asked, "Why William?" He said, "It's long for Billy." Ha! He is so clever.
