Errands completed for the past few years, alone, have been my way-of-life. I go out, do my food shopping, cleaners run, cars serviced etc., with my music of choice blaring in my sunroof-open Jeep. I was happy, content, fulfilled….like a sunny day. Like these yellow flowers in my new window sill.
Now, I have a helper, a shotgun rider, my daughter to ride along with me. The days are sunnier. Once her work schedule gets ramped up and her school classes begin, I’ll revert back to little ol’ me again.
Watching the St. Louis Blues ice hockey also added some fun to my life. It’s so good for a city, and the whole community, to rally behind the home team and follow them to a playoff series toward the big goal. “Our” Blues are doing well in the Stanley Cup Finals: winning the game last night, and now tied in the series with Boston 1-1. There are “Let’s Go Blues” signs on the freeways, in storefronts, and on lawns cheering the team on. I’m a huge local fan (wherever I live, I cheer for that team) and found myself watching the game on my phone last night, as an Empty Nester. I’m the only sports fan in my fam.
Whatever you do, do it with love, passion, and integrity.
As I’ve said, and I practice, “people are faces until they are your friends.” Case in point: I met beautiful, creative, ambitious Deja as we both sat at the square wooden table inside the buzzing Apple store.
Our conversation was easy, lively, and efficiently filled up our wait time for our respective geniuses.
Giving gifts to others may include presents, our time, food, or our advice. To myself, after this recent move, I gave myself the following:
Since each of the moving days, I logged over 10,000 steps & up the equivalent of 15 floors bringing over boxes, furniture, and clothes, I’m resting now. My gift to myself. From the planning and packing, to producing and preparing, this was the smoothest move ever for me. Shout out to our daughter Tara for helping!
Additionally, I send my deepest thanks, respects, and gratitude to those who have served our country and given their lives so we can be free. On this Memorial Day, the gift is our good life.
As many have heard, a tornado blew through Missouri this week. We are fine! We experienced a brief, heavy rain. Now everything is calm and green. I am grateful to my friends who checked up on us.
I find bliss in the rain, mostly when it’s over. Yes, it cleans off the trees, sidewalks, and my freshly washed car; and it offers freshness to the air. I’m so happy in our new apartment home I see past the inconvenience of rain. I know the riding trail is wet, but it will be less dusty when it’s dry. I know the windows of our new place were cleaned, but now they have freckles. I know that some damage occurred ( the state capitol building), but thankfully no one was hurt.
Happy is when the rain stops and the birds sing. There’s some bliss.
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.