Sunday, March 23, 2008
Happy Easter!
Today, the children and I spent our second Easter with my beloved. 'Twas a good day, and I must say, he has patience when my patience has taken the first fast train outta town. Heh.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Where Does the Time Go?
Today would have marked my mother's 70th birthday. I'm having a hard time wrapping my mind around that one. I can't imagine what she'd be like at that age if she were still here. I can envision her only as she was before she left this earth. I mentioned this to my sister today, and she figures Mom would be the same, just older. I suppose she's right.
I've thought a lot about Mom today, as I do every day. But today, a little more of my time than usual was spent with thoughts and memories of her. I suppose that's only fitting, it being her birthday and all. The first day of spring. The earth coming back to life after a rather long, cold winter. And what a perfect day today was. Mom would have liked it. The clear blue sky, the sunshine, the warmth.
My mom has been gone nearly 10 years now, and it's difficult for me to wrap my mind around that fact as well. She knew only one of my children, Kailey, although she did get to feel Timmy kicking me, as I was about 5 months pregnant with him when she died. Kenzie is named for her (her middle name is Dee, my mom's first name), and it amazes me how much Kenzie is like her. When I look into Kenzie's eyes, it's like looking into Mom's. The rest of my family has noticed this, of course, and it warms our hearts.
It's not my personal belief that, when people die and go to heaven, they can look down and see us, keep up with what's going on here on earth, etc. Look at it this way, if you were in heaven with direct access to the Lord Almighty, would you really want to keep up with the goings-on down below? Uh, no. Too much to do up there! People gone on before that you'd probably want to catch up with. Not to mention, praising and worshiping God. Methinks that's what one's time would be spent doing upon entering the pearly gates. And I'm sure that's what Mom has been doing these 10 years. She did love to sing.
So, I said my prayers today, and I asked God if He could just give Mom a message for me. Tell her Happy Birthday and that she's missed, that sort of thing. I wonder if He does that. I really don't see why He wouldn't, and feel that He probably already did that for me. He's cool that way.
I've thought a lot about Mom today, as I do every day. But today, a little more of my time than usual was spent with thoughts and memories of her. I suppose that's only fitting, it being her birthday and all. The first day of spring. The earth coming back to life after a rather long, cold winter. And what a perfect day today was. Mom would have liked it. The clear blue sky, the sunshine, the warmth.
My mom has been gone nearly 10 years now, and it's difficult for me to wrap my mind around that fact as well. She knew only one of my children, Kailey, although she did get to feel Timmy kicking me, as I was about 5 months pregnant with him when she died. Kenzie is named for her (her middle name is Dee, my mom's first name), and it amazes me how much Kenzie is like her. When I look into Kenzie's eyes, it's like looking into Mom's. The rest of my family has noticed this, of course, and it warms our hearts.
It's not my personal belief that, when people die and go to heaven, they can look down and see us, keep up with what's going on here on earth, etc. Look at it this way, if you were in heaven with direct access to the Lord Almighty, would you really want to keep up with the goings-on down below? Uh, no. Too much to do up there! People gone on before that you'd probably want to catch up with. Not to mention, praising and worshiping God. Methinks that's what one's time would be spent doing upon entering the pearly gates. And I'm sure that's what Mom has been doing these 10 years. She did love to sing.
So, I said my prayers today, and I asked God if He could just give Mom a message for me. Tell her Happy Birthday and that she's missed, that sort of thing. I wonder if He does that. I really don't see why He wouldn't, and feel that He probably already did that for me. He's cool that way.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
When Somebody Loves You
When your heart is all alone,
every second seems so long.
When it's just you, you can't see through
Those ol' clouds that rain so blue.
When somebody loves you,
There's nothing you can't do.
When somebody loves you,
It's easy to get through.
When somebody loves you,
the way that I love you.
--Alan Jackson
If you've been loved or are currently loved, then you know how meaningful those words are. If you've been loved, and that love was taken away, then you especially know how meaningful those words are. If you've been loved, had it taken away, then have been given the rare opportunity for a second chance of being loved, then you not only know how meaningful those words are, but you have an even greater responsibility to not take them for granted. For 5 years, I've been alone. Oh sure, I've had my children with me, but I had no helpmate, no partner, no one to back me up or have my back. Now, I have been loved for about a year and a half (I like to think he's loved me for a year and a half now, and I'm pretty sure I loved him back then, but actually admitting that fact didn't come until about a year ago) of those 5 years. This weekend, for the first time in years, I had back up. I had support. He took up for me, supported me, and defended me. It wasn't over anything all that serious, certainly nothing to write about here, but the fact that he did that for me... just incredible. I'd grown so used to feeling so defeated at moments like that, and then there he was, in essence, saving the day. Quite honestly, that act was an answer to prayer. To many prayers, actually. He has my eternal gratitude and all my love. Hopefully, I will someday have the opportunity to return the favor. I thank God every day for the blessing He's given me in you, Ron. Thank you for loving me.
every second seems so long.
When it's just you, you can't see through
Those ol' clouds that rain so blue.
When somebody loves you,
There's nothing you can't do.
When somebody loves you,
It's easy to get through.
When somebody loves you,
the way that I love you.
--Alan Jackson
If you've been loved or are currently loved, then you know how meaningful those words are. If you've been loved, and that love was taken away, then you especially know how meaningful those words are. If you've been loved, had it taken away, then have been given the rare opportunity for a second chance of being loved, then you not only know how meaningful those words are, but you have an even greater responsibility to not take them for granted. For 5 years, I've been alone. Oh sure, I've had my children with me, but I had no helpmate, no partner, no one to back me up or have my back. Now, I have been loved for about a year and a half (I like to think he's loved me for a year and a half now, and I'm pretty sure I loved him back then, but actually admitting that fact didn't come until about a year ago) of those 5 years. This weekend, for the first time in years, I had back up. I had support. He took up for me, supported me, and defended me. It wasn't over anything all that serious, certainly nothing to write about here, but the fact that he did that for me... just incredible. I'd grown so used to feeling so defeated at moments like that, and then there he was, in essence, saving the day. Quite honestly, that act was an answer to prayer. To many prayers, actually. He has my eternal gratitude and all my love. Hopefully, I will someday have the opportunity to return the favor. I thank God every day for the blessing He's given me in you, Ron. Thank you for loving me.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Everything
I got to see Michael Buble' in concert on Friday night, and let me say that it was a great show. He sounds as good in person as he does on his CDs, and it was well worth the ticket price. He sang some of those old standards, and also one of my favorite songs, one of his own, entitled "Everything." I've included the lyrics below. Wish I knew how to put one of those song-playing thingamawhozits on here so you could just listen to it. Guess I need to look into figuring out how to do that.
The song makes me think of a certain someone who is my everything. May I just say how nice it is to have someone again who IS everything? Well, it's INCREDIBLY nice. (I'm so smitten that I can't even think of interesting adjectives any more). It's also nice that I got to see him this weekend as well, and that was even better than seeing Michael Buble'.
Everything
You're a falling star. You're the getaway car
You're the line in the sand when I go too far
You're the swimming pool on an August day
And you're the perfect thing to say
And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute
Oh, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do
Baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true
Cause you can see it when I look at you
And in this crazy life And through these crazy times
It's you, it's you. You make me sing
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything
You're a carousel. You're a wishing well
And you light me up when you ring my bell
You're a mystery. You're from outer space
You're every minute of my everyday
And I can't believe oh, that I'm your man
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can
Whatever comes our way oh, we'll see it through
And you know that's what our love can do
And in this crazy life and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you. You make me sing
You're every line. You're every word. You're everything
Apparently, I've Been Tagged
Tagged by my good friend, Alana, for a meme. So, I'm supposed to find the nearest book with at least 123 pages, find page 123, find the 5th sentence, and post the next 3 sentences. Okay. My book is "You Might be a Redneck If This Is the Biggest Book You've Ever Read." Here are my sentences from said book:
1. You might be a redneck if you prominently display a gift you bought at Graceland.
2. You might be a redneck if your tablecloth was delivered by the paperboy.
3. You might be a redneck if the only thing your credit card is good for is scraping frost off your windshield.
Yes, that was the book nearest to me. When I discovered it was the nearest book, well, I just couldn't resist posting this meme. I hope you enjoy, Alana!!
1. You might be a redneck if you prominently display a gift you bought at Graceland.
2. You might be a redneck if your tablecloth was delivered by the paperboy.
3. You might be a redneck if the only thing your credit card is good for is scraping frost off your windshield.
Yes, that was the book nearest to me. When I discovered it was the nearest book, well, I just couldn't resist posting this meme. I hope you enjoy, Alana!!
Monday, March 3, 2008
Wayward Socks
I'm constantly asking my son where his socks go. I buy them, he wears them, they disappear. Where are they, Tim? Hm? Dunno, Mom. I'm sure every parent wonders about wayward socks. Well, I discovered tonight where those pesky little foot coverings go. They're behind the chair in my living room. You found my socks!!! Gee, thanks, Mom!
Oh, and by the way, Wayward Socks opened for The Rolling Stones.
Oh, and by the way, Wayward Socks opened for The Rolling Stones.
Borrowed Blog Subject
So I'm reading the blogs I enjoy reading, and I come to my friend, Rich's, blog. He and his wife are quite the amazing couple and parents, and I admire them greatly. His blog from yesterday said that he would like his life to smell of bergamot and wheat grass. I began to wonder what I would like my life to smell like. I decided that I would like it to smell of my fella's cologne, as I miss him very much, and don't get to see him often enough. Then, I decided next would be laundry dried on a clothesline in the fresh sunshine. How often do people hang their clothes out in the fresh air anymore? Not often, methinks, and I associate that smell with my childhood, running outside while my mom hung out the laundry. I would hide behind the sheets, thinking she couldn't see me, knowing I would scare her, but it never worked because she could see my shadow in the sheets. She inevitably would scare me every time, and we would have such a laugh. Lastly, I would like to smell the aroma of my mom's cooking again, as her cooking was the best in the world, in my opinion. My children would argue that MY cooking is the best in the world, but then, they never got to taste my mom's cooking. Perhaps when we sit down to that big banquet feast God has promised in eternity, some of my mom's dishes will be there so that I can taste them again, so that my children can know the delight I experienced as a child to eat something she prepared.
Funny how so many memories are tied up in scents, isn't it? How just a slight scent of a familiar perfume or cologne or food can make us think of our childhood, of our mothers, or even of someone we love who is far away. When I smell diesel exhaust in the fall, I'm whisked away to the fall of 1986, to the (then) SMSU campus' band house, when we would load up chartered buses to go to some event out-of-town. The buses would be running, we'd be loading our instruments on them, choking on the exhaust, then having a blast of a road trip. Fun times, I tell you. I forgot what I was like back then, until I started sorting through memories in the last few years, finding myself again.
My mother has been gone 10 years come April 15 this year. Time has flown, and so much has happened. More than likely, on April 15, I will cook something she used to make, just for the purpose of comfort. This summer, I just might hang some sheets outside to dry, just for a glimpse into my childhood. And this weekend, when I see my fella, I will steal the cologne I bought for him and bring it home, just so I can smell the stuff whenever I miss him terribly. Heh!!
What would you like your life to smell like?
Funny how so many memories are tied up in scents, isn't it? How just a slight scent of a familiar perfume or cologne or food can make us think of our childhood, of our mothers, or even of someone we love who is far away. When I smell diesel exhaust in the fall, I'm whisked away to the fall of 1986, to the (then) SMSU campus' band house, when we would load up chartered buses to go to some event out-of-town. The buses would be running, we'd be loading our instruments on them, choking on the exhaust, then having a blast of a road trip. Fun times, I tell you. I forgot what I was like back then, until I started sorting through memories in the last few years, finding myself again.
My mother has been gone 10 years come April 15 this year. Time has flown, and so much has happened. More than likely, on April 15, I will cook something she used to make, just for the purpose of comfort. This summer, I just might hang some sheets outside to dry, just for a glimpse into my childhood. And this weekend, when I see my fella, I will steal the cologne I bought for him and bring it home, just so I can smell the stuff whenever I miss him terribly. Heh!!
What would you like your life to smell like?
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