ain't no mountain high enough

So ... I have been away for a week. Not exactly by choice, but that's beside the point. To ease back into the blogging habit, I offer forth the following story as a tribute to the PDaddy. Every single part of this story is true ... as the picture above illustrates.

So ... I'm a little OCDish about making the bed. I always, always make the bed. Several years ago I started going into this store on Wednesday mornings earlier than usual, and often had to leave before the bed was made. No probolemo. PDaddy always, always made the bed in my absence. He would often question me about the exact placement of the many ... many ... pillows. Did I turn the bedspread down or leave it up? If there was a blanket at the bottom of the bed, how many times did I fold it? I kept trying to explain to him that it didn't matter, that I did things a little differently every day.

But still, he was concerned. Still ... he wanted it just right for me.

One Wednesday morning I told him that I didn't want him to do it like I did it. I wanted him to do it like he wanted to. I told him to be creative.

This is what I came home to. I can't be sure but I believe I cried. As you can see, he piled all of the pillows under the bedspread ... except for one. On top of that one he placed the TV remote. I called him on the phone. "What's with the remote?" I asked.

"I thought it needed a focal point" was his simple answer.

Here's to you PDaddy. You are my focal point.