After every winter comes spring.
My momma never told me that each time that the world turns dark the sun will shine again.
I along with my small community buried my friend on Wednesday. He would have loved his celebration. I have given up my grief to God and can see the sun beginning to shine.
All my love CDK see you when my time comes:)
Friday, July 17, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Saying Goodbye
At this very moment, my friend is dying. His cancer has taken him captive.
My momma never told me that losing a friend would be so hard.
I guess in my own childish way, I thought that all of the people that I love would live forever. My adult brain knows that this is not possible, and my heart breaks.
I got down on my knees this morning and asked God to send him an angel...his mother. I know that for a long time he has not smiled with his whole heart, he will when she comes to take him home. I pray that he is at peace, that he is right with God, that he no longer suffers, that his mother comes to take him home, and that his family finds strength through our Savior Jesus Christ to make it through this time.
I will keep him tucked away in in heart for all of the time that I am left here on earth. He was a part of my beginning and middle...I will take him with me to the end.
My momma never told me that losing a friend would be so hard.
I guess in my own childish way, I thought that all of the people that I love would live forever. My adult brain knows that this is not possible, and my heart breaks.
I got down on my knees this morning and asked God to send him an angel...his mother. I know that for a long time he has not smiled with his whole heart, he will when she comes to take him home. I pray that he is at peace, that he is right with God, that he no longer suffers, that his mother comes to take him home, and that his family finds strength through our Savior Jesus Christ to make it through this time.
I will keep him tucked away in in heart for all of the time that I am left here on earth. He was a part of my beginning and middle...I will take him with me to the end.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Twitterpated
My mother never told me that being twitterpated would be one of the most rewarding and most challenging parts of my life...
I have been twitterpated for 12 plus years. I look at my husband with such adoration. He is (next to our children) the best thing that has happened to me. Having said this, he can push my buttons.
We have known each other since the first grade. We lived 2 miles from each other. My older brother hung out with his older brother. My younger brother and his younger sister are good friends. Our parents are good friends. We went to the movies as friends during high school. He even took me fishing. I never saw him for who he was until he was no longer "my" go to guy. He started dating a girl two grades below us and I was sick. I mean literally. I could not figure out why I was feeling so bad. Then a mutual friend of ours gently mentioned that he thought that I really wished that the girl he was dating was me. That was it...I was totally and irrevocably twitterpated.
I saw him in a way that only a girl in love could. He was perfect. And when the honeymoon was over I realized that he was only almost perfect. He never picks up his clothes, he leaves empty bottles in the fridge, he expects me to run the house and organize the kids. He has a problem communicating with me and the rest of the general public, and he is not at all romantic. He keeps all of the things that are bothering him inside and when he just can't take it anymore, he blows like a volcano.
I am no peach. I complain about all of the things that I swear he never does. I nag him to talk to me. I point out that I try and he doesn't. I am a real winner...right. God only knows why he stays with me. I have decided to sincerely try to talk less about what he doesn't do and more about what he does do. So, here I go...
He is amazing. He is extremely attractive. He gives the best hugs and softest kisses. He worked hard so that I could stay at home with each of our children while they were babies. He saves and buys me all of the frivolous items that I mention that I might want. He takes me to chick flicks so that I will cozy up to him. He brings me my favorite take-out when I don't feel like cooking. He dotes on me when I am sick. He helps my parents and brothers with all of their DIY projects. He plays like a child with the kids. His laugh is infectious. He is a closet comedian. He is a fabulous cook. He can clean a house spotless if he has to. He can fix anything that is broken with the right tools. He loves his family with all his heart. He made me a better person by knowing and loving him.
I think when you love someone, you have to overlook some of the qualities about that person that just plain tick you off. If you let those things consume your thoughts, you will surely fall out of love with that person. I am in no danger of that. I love that man with every atom in my body. I am surely twitterpated!
I have been twitterpated for 12 plus years. I look at my husband with such adoration. He is (next to our children) the best thing that has happened to me. Having said this, he can push my buttons.
We have known each other since the first grade. We lived 2 miles from each other. My older brother hung out with his older brother. My younger brother and his younger sister are good friends. Our parents are good friends. We went to the movies as friends during high school. He even took me fishing. I never saw him for who he was until he was no longer "my" go to guy. He started dating a girl two grades below us and I was sick. I mean literally. I could not figure out why I was feeling so bad. Then a mutual friend of ours gently mentioned that he thought that I really wished that the girl he was dating was me. That was it...I was totally and irrevocably twitterpated.
I saw him in a way that only a girl in love could. He was perfect. And when the honeymoon was over I realized that he was only almost perfect. He never picks up his clothes, he leaves empty bottles in the fridge, he expects me to run the house and organize the kids. He has a problem communicating with me and the rest of the general public, and he is not at all romantic. He keeps all of the things that are bothering him inside and when he just can't take it anymore, he blows like a volcano.
I am no peach. I complain about all of the things that I swear he never does. I nag him to talk to me. I point out that I try and he doesn't. I am a real winner...right. God only knows why he stays with me. I have decided to sincerely try to talk less about what he doesn't do and more about what he does do. So, here I go...
He is amazing. He is extremely attractive. He gives the best hugs and softest kisses. He worked hard so that I could stay at home with each of our children while they were babies. He saves and buys me all of the frivolous items that I mention that I might want. He takes me to chick flicks so that I will cozy up to him. He brings me my favorite take-out when I don't feel like cooking. He dotes on me when I am sick. He helps my parents and brothers with all of their DIY projects. He plays like a child with the kids. His laugh is infectious. He is a closet comedian. He is a fabulous cook. He can clean a house spotless if he has to. He can fix anything that is broken with the right tools. He loves his family with all his heart. He made me a better person by knowing and loving him.
I think when you love someone, you have to overlook some of the qualities about that person that just plain tick you off. If you let those things consume your thoughts, you will surely fall out of love with that person. I am in no danger of that. I love that man with every atom in my body. I am surely twitterpated!
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