The most important thing or things in your life.

What's the most important thing in your life? Is it your family, your job, a hobby or something completely different?

For me, nothing is more important than my family, which consists of a husband, son,
cousin, one aunt and our two cats. Not a large family anymore though we were at one time. Maybe it makes it that much more important with just the few? I don't know. I just know that there's nothing that comes before them, and I think I can easily say that they also feel the same way.
I included the cats as they do own us, we are their slaves. And probably always have been to any cat we've ever had.
My husband and son should go without saying as although our son is grown and out on his own, we're very close. My husband is and he is my third husband, the one that lasted, the one that won't abuse, cheat or do anything like the other two did that hurt me enough so that I once was sure that I would never-ever want to marry again.
It's almost funny, as we all three of us have our own interests and my hobbys are much different than those of my son and husband, who can play a game of pool or watch an action movie on TV, while I'm nearby making soap or making "something". Nothing they're interested in, but we stay close enough to BE near each other and talk, even if during commercials.
My Aunt, who is now 85, can keep me on the phone for a couple hours talking a blue streak, but when she's ready to get off the phone, she'll just say she's got to go and hangs up! No good-bye or anything like that. It's funny, once you get used to it. My husband off and on calls her up just to tease her and they get along so well.
My cousin is over just about every Saturday night to play cards with us, and it's nice to count on that.
Our son, who's still living though at his own place, is not too far from us, being in the same state, Connecticut, which isn't all that big, we see off and on, he's a busy person and very social. But, if we need him, (or he needs us) one phone call and we're there for each other, no matter what. It feels good that we have raised a son that loves his parents like that.
The cats? Well, they are the ones who run this place. Both strays, not the same age, the girl, Little Miss, is older but the boy, Stretch, is much larger and that one is afraid of everything. One day he was looking out the window, up on the ledge and a flock of ducks flew over, quacking away and he fell right out of the window and RAN. The little one isn't afraid of them at all, or most things.
If we go out, we'll usually come home to both of them fast asleep on our bed. They'll come out to say Hi, but back they'll go.
With all that's wrong in the world, we're very lucky, though both my husband and I are disabled. If that's the worst we go through, we've got a great life.

How about you?

copyright 09/10/06 Marilyn Nicholson