I found some more joy: our new home!!!! We moved into our new home yesterday and it’s beautiful, classy, well-built (thank you, Ed & Chris), in a historic part of the same city we’ve lived in for two and a half years, and it’s quiet!
We will create new memories here; celebrate life here; entertain good friends here. This home is where joy lives. I am happy, joyful, and grateful.
A good man or woman will always be a good man or woman.
Whatever we decide to be, do, or have, make sure it always makes us happy…always.
Love yourself the way you were always meant to be.
I’ve learned some valuable lessons this week: who will always love me, how to always love myself, who my friends are, how much my dad taught me, and how strong I am.
“He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much.” Bessie Anderson Stanley
I am most grateful, thankful, and overwhelmed by the love of friends and family, near and far, in person and over the www. These past few days have been less than fun; full of joy and sadness. I thanked someone for coming to my dad’s funeral*, and they quipped, “… I came because I wanted to.” My heart is so full to know my family is so loved.
*It just came out of my mouth – to thank someone for being there with us.
I have the honor and distinct pleasure of being “Momma” to two extraordinary young women. They are the only two people in the world to call me “Mom.” The day before Mother’s Day, 1994, our first daughter came into the world. Twenty months later, our second daughter made her debut. Every Mother’s Day is my way to celebrate them for being in my life. Emily and Tara, you are both loved for the little girls you were, the special women you are, and the precious daughters you will always be to me.
If I could give my daughters three things, it would be the confidence to always know her self worth, the strength to chase her dreams, and the ability to know how truly, deeply loved she is.
My own Mom is a strong, independent, brave, friendly, and adventurous woman. I love how she cherishes her family. She’s the matriarch of all of us sillies. After all these years, I believe my mom gave me those three things. And, she taught me it’s okay to color and live outside the lines.
I am also blessed with a terrific mother-in-law. She is generous, sweet, playful, and always has our back. For thirty-four years she’s let me call her “Mom” and she treats me like a daughter.
I have always been a proponent that travel IS the best educator. Yesterday was no exception as I embarked on a Metro subway ride to meet up with a private guide for a walking tour of some monumental monuments.
Excitedly, I approached the metro station, added value to my MetroCard, found my destination on the map, boarded the train and observed all the people with headphones, newspapers, or asleep.
Tim, Of Walk of the Town fame, guided me on a 4-hour walking tour. The anecdotal stories and tidbits he shared were fascinating. I always enjoy hearing the extras about presidents, the Victory Garden, Kilroy, cigars, the placement of statues etc.
Twenty-five years ago today, we welcomed into the world, and our family, a beautiful raven-headed baby girl. Ten days later, her head was covered in deep auburn spiked up hair, which she sports in a shoulder-skimming ‘do today. She played games, rode horses, sang, danced, and delighted. Today, she celebrates.
On social media, the fun game circulating to celebrate Mother’s Day is to remember your first born and answer questions regarding birth, gender, and baby details. I complied. My second born reminded me that I play this game annually. Well, it was that firstborn who made me a mother the next day. I enjoy the games, the memories it invokes, the life we’ve nurtured. Those long days and short years truly are fleeting.
Currently, our twenty-five-year-old lives on the sunny, rainbow-kissed island of Oahu, working her way up the ladder of life and management. We are very proud of both our daughters and love celebrating their welcome to the world days.
A myriad of experiences and memories define those twenty-five years. I value and treasure them all.
I now have a new status: Empty Nester with a twist. The twist? One of my birds flew back to the nest, and in a lovely, independent way. I liken it to a boomerang (she flew away and flew back.)
It’s quite delightful to have her here: she cooked dinner with me last night (her meal choice), watched a movie with me, then had coffee with me this morning. She’s helping me pack and move boxes to our new home. The energy in our home has changed…for the better. I like it.
I’m certain it’s different for her too, as she’s been on her own for the past four years. The cooking, eating, movie-watching, socializing, cleaning, etc. will also be different. Change is good and where growth lives.
For now, I embrace all the changes, and her, whenever she’ll allow it.
Anyone else experienced this twist? I’d love to hear your thoughts, stories, tips.
To date, I have written 1513 blog posts. What began in March 2011 in Honolulu, has propelled me in thought through my life in Abu Dhabi, Dallas, and St. Charles. Little did I know, my experiences and adventures would touch so many lives, inspire others, and improve my own writing and story-telling skills.
I’m most grateful to those who read and share these posts. I write in the hopes of inspiring and liberating anyone who has similar experiences and goals. I hope that some of my unique experiences may someday be penned as a coffee-table book, similar to The Day in the Life of _______ series of the late 1980s.
Until then, I write and share for myself and for anyone on this FUN journey called “Life” who needs to vent and learn.