So Good…
So Good… So… I’ve resigned myself to knowing that my kids will have...
So Good…
So Good…
So… I’ve resigned myself to knowing that my kids will have supernatural powers and might be able to speak several alien languages – because my husband is NOT from this planet.
There’s no need for me to go into the details here because the list would run on forever – but he’s managed to BLOW MY MIND again… It was totally out of the blue. He does NOTHING the way typical earthling men do. He is EXTRAORDINARY! There is no other way to phrase it. I find myself thinking silly little girl thoughts like – “he’s too good for me.” But too many times have we women used that as an excuse for us to settle for less. I’m going to work on convincing myself that I’m worthy of the world of things he’s willing to do for me, with me and to me. And in that convincing, put into action all the things that I feel he deserves to have done for HIM, with HIM and to HIM.
As for now… his pedestal grows ever taller… I’m squinting to see him past the clouds. Us mere mortals sometimes don’t have the wherewithall to comprehend supermen…
But I’m gonna do my damnedest.
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Get Busy Living or….
Get Busy Living or….
One of my favorite partial quotes from Shawshank Redemption. It turns the fate of a character on it’s ear (from where you thought it might go). And I’ve adopted it in my own way. In getting all of my 32 years of crap out of my former home and moving into my current, there’s much sifting through what is necessary and what is dispensible. It makes you really think about the memories you want to keep. There are some memories that I gladly threw away, such as a hospital stay bracelet from 3/28/99 which I can’t imagine I’ll ever forget, so what’s the use of keeping any momento to trigger thoughts of it? Or old reminders of hotel stays atop the world – or at least NY – champagne bottle corks that I thought would be significant one day when I’d turn to my future husband and say – remember this time? But … those guys didn’t turn out to be that so keeping those is useless. However… grand memories that I’ll want to very much show and share with Izzy, Eli, Attie and Marc while I sit around reminiscing did pop up. Letters from high school. Tassles from honor society inductions. A small worn cloth ivy with a tiny gold safety pin on the back. COUNTLESS pictures – I didn’t realize I was such a shutter bug. With them, my life is like a flip book! LOL! Because I truly do want them to know who their mom is. I’ll be thoroughly interested in knowing and shaping who they are… who they’ll become. It’s only fair that I offer them the head start on common mistakes if they’ll let me. And if not, I can always be there to comfort and encourage.
It’s essential to be selective though – because having all those memory triggers around piles up in to mounds and mounds of self-storage facility worthy items. How many of them will you keep forever? Which ones will only be good for a while? What are you holding on to that you no longer need?
Purging is essential. Baggage sucks.
Umma get busy living 
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Get Busy Living or….
Get Busy Living or…. One of my favorite partial quotes from Shawshank Redemption. ...