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I am a Writer.

I’ve been trying on this “new identity” for a few months now.  I’m allowing myself to be called a “writer.”  Writing is something that I have always done in non-formal ways.  I have always liked to write “for me”, but this is the first time that I have really gotten honest and serious, with myself and with the world, that I identify as a writer.  I imagine that’s how it goes for a lot of people.  Artists probably do a lot of scribbling and filling drawing pads before they say, “This is what feels right.  This is a huge part of me.  This is a great passion of mine.  This is not just my hobby.  I am an artist.”  I believe that is the same for photographers, dancers, actors, decorators, etc. – basically anyone who finds their way of being in the world, fulfilled through the creative arts.

It has been said many times that writers are the observers of life.  Susan Sontag put it this way:

“A writer is someone who pays attention to the world – a writer is a professional observer.”

Another quote I read recently is this (unfortunately I can’t find the source):

“A good writer reveals the truth even when he or she does not wish to . . . ”

I don’t consider myself a very observant person.  I would make a terrible witness.  I couldn’t tell you what cars my friends drive and I often walk around with stained shirts without even realizing it.  When I was very young, I learned early not to “bet my life” on any detail of anything, because more often than not, I had the particular detail flat-out wrong. (long story for another time)  I’ve always considered myself a “big picture” person, but the details seem to go right over my head.

I said to my husband, “Maybe I’m not a writer.  I’m not at all observant.”  He said, “You are observant about what you care about.”

Another quote struck me recently.  This is from one of my favorite writers, Mark Twain.  He said:

“The two most important days in your life are the day you were born and the day you find out why.”

Now, Mark wasn’t a woman, so I don’t think that he had that completely right.  All of us mothers knew a great, instant purpose in our lives, when we first gazed into our newborn babies’ eyes.  The connection we feel for our children, and the gift and privilege that the Universe entrusts in us, by allowing us to bring them into the world is enough reason “why” for eternity’s sake.

Still, we as mothers also know that we do a disservice to our children if we don’t find out “the other whys” to our own existence.  We cannot swallow our children whole and pilfer their “purposes in life”, as our own.  If we do that, we steal from them, us and the world.  We are all meant to bloom separately, so that the bouquet of Life is as full and flourishing and beautiful as it is meant to be.

In short, it is a great blessing in this middle stage of life, to be taking on a new title, a new identity, a new way of being in the world and owning it.  I am a mother.  I am a wife.  I am a daughter, sister, friend, aunt, niece, citizen, child of the Universe and I am a writer.

Risky Business

I will never politicize this blog, but I do want to say that I will be happy when this day is over.  I am so sick of the robocalls!  Our home phone which is typically a dust collector has been called so much lately that it’s hot to the touch.  I’m sure that I don’t have to tell blog readers to go vote.  Most of us probably already have voted.  I remember as a kid, there was only one day and one option as to where to go vote, and my sister and I would stand in line forever with my parents at the local elementary school library with our neighbors, well into the evening, on voting days.  I know that I am going to sound like a cranky old lady who walked miles to school, in three feet of snow, uphill both ways (that is all mostly true), but there really are no excuses when it comes to voting.  It is our civic duty and great privilege.  Did you hear that, kids? (I have two “voting age” sons and one who just missed the cut-off – oh my goodness, I still can’t believe that my kids are this old.)

For some reason Madeleine Albright has been on my mind lately.  I remember reading about her biography years ago. I haven’t actually read the biography, but I read enough about it to find it intriguing. Madeleine Albright was our first female Secretary of State.  She was age 60 when that occurred.  Interestingly, she did not have big political or frankly, career aspirations for a lot of her life.  She was happy raising her three daughters, taking classes to earn her Ph.D. and supporting her husband’s career.  When her husband decided to leave her for another woman, and they later divorced, is when Madeleine started to take a career in politics seriously.  She was 45-years-old at that time.

I’m not here to discuss whether Madeleine Albright did or didn’t do a good job being our Secretary of State.  What I do find inspiring is that she was able to rise to such an important position in our country and in history, in her later life.  It was not her life’s ambition to be a politician.  I really like this quote of hers:

“Women can’t do everything at the same time, we need to understand milestones in our lives come in segments.”

I find that quote comforting.  It’s okay to put our focus on different aspects of our lives at different times.  Sometimes our families will have the focus of our lives, sometimes it will be our careers and creative pursuits, and sometimes it will be our romantic relationships.  Sometimes the focus will just be on our own overall health – mental, spiritual and physical.  The key is that it is impossible to be highly focused on all areas of our lives, all at once.  When we try to do that, we just get scattered, stressed and end up doing a lackluster job at everything.

My husband left an article recently published in the Wall Street Journal on my desk.  It talked about a divide that is occurring between the older generation and the younger generations coming up.  The article stated that to close up the divide, we should take the opportunity to fulfill the needs that we all have, while going through our living experience together.  There is an biological/historical argument that older people are programmed to have the need to nurture and younger people have the need to be nurtured.  Successful daycare programs have been set up combining the very young with the very old.  In Britain, a woman in her fifties and financially able to retire early, set up a program for other people like herself to give back to society, in the teaching capacity.  There was so much interest for people wanting to teach in their later years, that there is a waiting list for being part of this program!

“Today is the doorstep between everything until now and everything from now.”- Ophira and Tali Edut

It’s never too late to get started on an old dream, a new dream, or just to start to dream again.  We all have something to give and to do, until they day that we take our final breath.  Smart Thinking (one of my favorite Twitter feeds) posted this the other day – “Your death clock started ticking the day you were born.”  I don’t mean to sound morbid or scary by stating that quote. I honestly find that statement to be freeing and daring.  I think that the sooner you make peace with the fact that death is inevitable, the more the focus becomes on truly taking advantage of living and all of the glories that come with the experience of living.

Today is the day to take risks.  I always tell my kids that you should always ask for what you want.  The worst case scenario is that the answer will be “no”, but that only means that you’ll just be in the same position that you are in right now.  I’ll end with another quote from Smart Thinking:

“Take risks.  If you win, you’ll be happy.  If you lose, you’ll be wise.”

Feelings Flow Freely

I’m “Moody Trudy” today, readers.  I can’t really explain why.  I had a great weekend with my family.  I love the extra hour of sleep the fall Daylight Savings Times gifts to us.  Sometimes you just wake up with the weight of the world on your shoulders and you need some time to let the Bigger Hands lift the weight off.  My poor husband look bewildered and worried as usually “happy-go-lucky me” couldn’t read the news to him, like I do every morning, without choking up at the grim, dark stories that seem to be piling up these days, with a crazy momentum that needs to be slowed.

It’s okay to feel sad sometimes.  It’s okay to feel overwhelmed and scared.  It’s important to let yourself feel your feelings.  Feelings won’t kill you.  The goal is to feel your feelings and let them pass through you, because they always do.  I’m feeling lifted already as I write this.

“Listen to your feelings, but don’t dance to them.” -unknown

It is important to use your feelings as a navigation system, but don’t become them.  Don’t let your feelings swallow up your identity.  Often it is your thoughts that are big cause of your feelings.  So when you are feeling a “negative” feeling, it is good to examine the thoughts that are creating that feeling.  Often the thoughts that create negative feelings aren’t even really true or they are greatly exaggerated. Sometimes we give too much credence to the thoughts of others and claim these thoughts as our own, without even realizing it.

“Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not surrounded by assholes.” – Notorious  d.e.b.

When the negative thoughts and feelings arise, it’s best not to resist them.  It’s best not to bury them, because then they often end up showing up in our physical bodies as illness or pain.  If we let our emotions flow like water, we will quickly return to our more tranquil way of being.

“We cannot write in water . . . we cannot carve in water.  Water’s nature is to flow and that is how we should treat life . . . emotion, negative or positive.  Do not deny it, but always let it flow through and then away.” – Dr. Tae Yun Kim

At the very least, when I am feeling lowly, I can usually tap into my compassion for others in a deep way.  When you are typically a cheery, upbeat person, people sometimes don’t realize that you feel sad at times, too.  We are all great at creating outsides that make others believe that it wouldn’t be possible for us to ever feel despondent.  When you have a nice house, a good marriage, healthy kids, etc. you even sometimes judge yourself for having sad thoughts.  But the spectrum of emotion belongs to us all.  No one is immune to the rainbow hues of feelings, thoughts and sensitivities that ebb and flow through all of us on a daily basis.

“People can be so quiet about their pain, that you forget that they are hurting.  That is why it is so important to always be kind.” – Nikita Gill

Fill the Desire

For a few minutes at a time, instead of being the one who does the desiring, imagine instead that everything desires you: Your morning coffee really wants you to taste it; The trees are yearning for you to notice the bright green of their leaves; The breeze wants you to enjoy it’s soft touch on your cheek; Even the ground under your shoes is waiting for you to notice the lively sensation it creates as you walk.
Suddenly, the world lights up — and so do you.
—Jane Brunette

I thought that this was a perfect Sunday morning quote.  It adds an element of excitement and anticipation to the day.  It makes you feel like the everyday items of your life are conspiring with you to really make life come alive in the fullest of ways.  As I am typing this, I am believing that the words want to come out and that the keyboard is thrilled with my touch.  For the first time in a long time, I am noticing how cool and smooth my keyboard buttons are to touch.  I am glancing outside and noticing for the first time in a while, that the trees in the nature preserve, across our small lake are like a gorgeous stand-still display for me to look out and admire whenever I want to, in order to behold their still, strong collective, astonishing beauty.  The trees never leave their strong positions, even if I spend days forgetting that they are there.  My tile floor feels so cool and soothing to my feet and that sensation moves up my legs to bring comfort to my entire body.

Everything in creation wants to do what it was designed to do.  Everything wants to suit its purpose and feel appreciated for the meaningful part it plays in this unfolding of Life.  Sunday is the perfect day for noticing, for noticing everything and in noticing everything, feeling deep gratefulness and awe of it all.

All I Want For Christmas

With the holidays approaching, I am guessing that many middle-aged women like me are silently cursing Normal Rockwell and Martha Stewart.  I suspect that many of us are starting to wish for the same thing that we wish that Santa would bring us every year.  The item that we would like, as a very extraordinary Christmas present from Santa, is a very specialized magic wand that would magically make all of the players in the holiday season behave in their best easy-going, kind-hearted, thoughtful, understanding, non-confrontational way – the very way that we would like for them to behave.  This magic wand would magically turn our spouse, our children, our children’s significant others, our children’s friends, our parents, our siblings, our nieces and nephews, our in-laws, our extended family, our friends, our neighbors, our colleagues, our pets, the UPS delivery person, the store clerks, the other people in the stores, the credit card companies and Amazon Prime, into everything that we would like for them to be, in order for the holidays to go smoothly and swimmingly.

With all of the advances in artificial intelligence, this technology may not be as far off as we think.  We could have a little button on the wand that would put everyone and everything into “happy, congenial, helpful, smooth-going” mode.  And if the players aren’t behaving in their best holiday spirit, we could press the pause button on them, like a technological time-out.  It would be like the sci-fi show Westworld, only it would be Christmas World.

Of course, the Catch-22, that we controlling, stressed-out, middle-aged female heads of households never think about when fantasizing about these fantastic magic wands, is that the players in our lives would very much like to use them on us.  When I get a little too frazzled, I imagine those who love me most, would love to put me on “pause” and shove me in the corner for a little breathing space for all parties involved.  Wow, if these magic wands did exist, and everyone was using them, would everything just be frozen in “pause” mode throughout the entire holiday season?  Would we all just look like a Christmas village display, frozen in time?  Maybe the answer isn’t the magic wand with a pause button, after all.  Maybe it’s just coming to a healthy acceptance that during the holidays, the messiness of life comes into acute focus. The family shenanigans, the money worries, the reality of everyone’s frenetic schedules, trying to stay healthy and eat right through temptation, the feeling of grief for loved ones passed, all come to a messy crescendo during the holidays.  And when things are messy, many of us middle-aged mommas go into “extra-mode” trying to cover up all of the messiness with ribbons, and bows, and tinsel, and sugar cookies.  We try to make it all appear like perfection.  Perhaps if we just accept that the messiness is there, and that it is okay that it is there, and it is not our duty to fix it all, we can just let go, and relax.  When I’m relaxed, I tend to be more easy-going, kind-hearted, thoughtful, understanding and non-confrontational.  When I look at all of the holiday madness through my relaxed lens, things look more charming and beautiful, maybe a even a little Norman Rockwell-ish or Martha Stewart-ish at times.

Friday, I’m in Love

“Hi, Friday.  I’ve been looking for you since Monday.” – Dea Vita

I’ve spent some of this morning looking for my daughter’s Halloween candy bag to admittedly sneak a couple of pieces.  She’s the only one of my kids who still goes trick-or-treating.  She went “all out” dressing like a pirate this year.  So, even though she is almost 15, she worked for her candy and she deserves it.  My son admitted that he’s been looking for her bag, too.  My husband said that she probably has one of those doorbell cameras on it.  Kids from big families learn quickly to be very protective of their own stuff, particularly food.

While we’re talking about our “stuff”, new readers, I change it up on Friday by discussing three of anything (usually consumer items) that I think add to the good quality of my life.  I encourage anyone to share the love of their favorite items in the comments section.  Shall we begin??

Bath & Body Works Wallflowers Stress Relief Eucalyptus + Spearmint Refill –  I live in a male dominated home with two large dogs.  Our home naturally smells, shall I call it “earthy”?  I walked into an old antique store once, which was filled with a lot of old, decaying stuff.  It smelled so good in that place, miraculously!!!  I asked the clerk why the store smelled so good, and this is when I discovered the Wallflowers, but most particularly the Eucalyptus+Spearmint scent.  My daughter swears that the Hot Cocoa refill smells the best, but I always go back to E+S.  Trust me, it’s a great aroma and works wonders in a home filled with stinky sneakers, cast off gym clothes, fishing gear and whatever the dogs dragged in.

Building the Best You – Two Year Discovery Journal by Caroline Harper – I don’t know if this book is still in print, to be honest.  Still this journal is the only journal that I have been able to keep on a consistent daily basis for over 5 years now.  Why?  Because all you have to do is answer 6 simple questions every day and there is just a small space to answer the questions. (think – three word answers, tops) Then the next year, you answer the same questions next to the same day of the previous year.  Intermittently (every three months or so), there are more thought-provoking questions and on the next page those same questions are there for you to answer the following year.    If you reliably keep up with writing in this journal (and it is very easy to do), it is so simple to spot areas in your life where you may be “stuck in a dysfunctional pattern”, but also shows you areas where you have grown and matured.  I found it in Barnes and Noble one time and after using it faithfully and in fears of it going out of print, I ended up buying around 20 of them.  (40 years worth!).  I’m currently working on my third journal.

Dollar Tree Chinese Paper Lanterns – Talk about “bang for your buck”, literally!!  These lanterns are adorable and festive and have so many different cute patterns on them.  They have LED lights at the bottom and hooks on the top so you can hang them anywhere that you want to add an element of fun, nostalgia, or whimsy.    The one I am looking at right now has an “under the sea” motif.  Sometimes it’s the littlest of things that can give you the biggest of “pick me ups.”  My daughter and I just love them!

Have a great weekend, my beloved readers and friends!

“I don’t care if Monday’s blue, Tuesday’s gray and Wednesday too. Thursday I don’t care about you. It’s Friday I’m in love with.“
Unknown

It’s Your Lucky Day

Not too many years ago, I learned of the superstition that people should say, “Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit” on the first day of every month to have good luck that entire month.  Guess what I texted to my family this morning?  Guess what is already written on the first day of every month of my 2019 calendar?  Readers, I think you should take a pause and say, “Rabbit.  Rabbit.  Rabbit.”, right now.

I am a superstitious person.  I admit it.  Some people would claim that being superstitious is silly and unfaithful.  I disagree.  I’m often a very serious person.  I’ve been told to “lighten up” more than once in my life.  I am extremely faithful in the higher powers of the Universe that I call “God.”  To me, my superstitions are just a reminder that there are higher forces taking care of us.  They are a reminder that there is more to this Earth plane than meets the eye.

Sports fans and players are typically very superstitious people.  My son played soccer with a young man who always wore his team shorts backwards on game days.  His mother explained that one day he had an amazing, breakout game and it was on a day that he had rushed out the door, accidentally putting his shorts on backwards.  From that day on, he thought it was better luck for him to play with his shorts on backwards and so he did, for the rest of his soccer career.  I am willing to bet that a majority of professional sports players wear certain items, or do certain rituals before each game that they play, for good luck purposes.

Here’s another quote that I don’t agree with:

“Superstition is the death of a thinking mind.” – Dr. T. P. Chia

If I think that saying “rabbit, rabbit, rabbit” at the beginning of every month will make me luckier, isn’t there a good chance that the powers of positive thinking will help make it so?  Or that I will look for lucky happenings in my life to prove my superstition?  This perspective, in turn, will make me feel luckier by seeing all of the goodness in my life, which will only help me to attract more luck and goodness with the positive vibe that I am emoting as a “lucky person.”  The mind, indeed, is a very powerful tool.

I think superstition only becomes dangerous and silly and foolish and unfaithful when it is used in a fear mongering sense.  If I forgot to say “rabbit, rabbit, rabbit” today and I believed that it doomed me to bad luck all of November, that would not be a healthy.  Some people might even argue against that thought, though.  Bad things happen to good people.  Often there is no explanation known to us as to why that statement is true.  Perhaps it would feel comforting to think that doing or not doing one of our superstitious habits gave us more control in our lives than we really have, so if something bad happens to us, we have something to blame it on.  “I should have said, “Rabbit. Rabbit. Rabbit.” or “I should have worn my shorts backwards.”  Again, our superstitions can make us feel more empowered and secure and those are positive feelings.  Feeling powerful and secure, makes us attract or at least notice, more of the positive forces and happenings in our lives.

People often discount superstitions as “old wives’ tales.”  The older I get, the more I think “the old wives” may have been wiser than we think. They may have understood reverse psychology or the power of positive thinking before it became a book.  Maybe we should call them “old wise tales”.  Anyway, one more time for extra luck – “Rabbit.  Rabbit.  Rabbit.”

 

Creepin’ It Real

Happy Halloween!!  What a fun holiday!!  It’s early in the morning and I already can feel the excitement in the air.  When I was a kid, Halloween came to a close second to Christmas.  I can’t wait to pass out candy to the adorable trick-or-treaters tonight.  When they saunter up to the door, they usually assume the identity of their costumes.  The ninjas leap daringly, the superheroes push out their chests, and the princesses hold their chins up, elegantly and regally.

People have had their Halloween decorations out for weeks now.  There are a few houses that are just “known” to go all out for Halloween.  Some of them create Haunted Houses that take weeks to set up.  Even my husband and I have purposely driven by “those houses” to make sure that they’re going to be in full production this year.

Thinking of Halloweens past, brings a chuckle to my heart.  One year I was called to pick up my eldest son from his preschool because his Darth Maul costume with the painted face that he insisted on having, was too scary and upsetting for the other kids.  Another year, I purchased an Oreo cookie costume for my middle son.  He was very frustrated that the costume wasn’t scary enough.  He kept making extreme scary faces with a cream puff on top of his head.  My two youngest sons both went as dragons one year.  The picture of them dressed as double dragons was so cute, that the film developer (that’s what they did back in the day), took it upon himself to blow up the picture and frame it.  My daughter is very artistic.  Her Halloween ensembles have always had a dark, phantom-like quality to them, no matter how innocent the costume.

I grew up in the north.  Some years it would snow on Halloween.  It was always such a disappointment to have to cover up my fantastic, creative costume with a puffy winter coat.  My youngest son writes for his school newspaper.  He wrote a hilarious article this year entitled, “Dentist and Devils Both Start with D:  Don’t Give Out Toothbrushes”.  One year we lived in the same neighborhood (clearly in a different division) as the Steelers’ great, Jerome Bettis.  Jerome happily passed out the king-sized candy bars to the trick-or-treaters himself, with a line forming miles down the street.

It bothers me when people demonize Halloween.  Why??  It’s just great fun!  It’s that one day of the year to let it all hang out.  It’s that one day of the year when we embrace every part of ourselves. Halloween is the day that we admit that we all have dark sides, and wild and crazy parts, to go along with the responsible, buttoned-up, practical side of ourselves we typically show the world.  I remember being at a Halloween party one year with a lot of the other moms from my neighborhood.  There was one mom in our play group who was the epitome of conservative, southern genteel.  She was the standard we all measured our mom-worthiness by – unflappable, structured, neat, orderly and almost perfect.  That year, she showed up to the Halloween party in a Disco Diva costume that put the Solid Gold Dancers to shame.  She danced like I have never seen anyone dance and I loved her for it!  I saw an aspect of her that night that I didn’t know was under all that virtue.  How great is that!

“If human beings had genuine courage, they’d wear their costumes every day of the year, not just on Halloween.” – Doug Coupland

Where’s Your Dedication?

A while back, I read an article about a school principal who was being honored for the many valuable changes he had made to make his school from one of the worst schools in the area, to one of the best.  He said that the mantra he had grown to live by was, “If you want something badly enough, you’ll find a way.  If you don’t, you’ll find an excuse.”

Reflecting back on your life, you can see the things that you wanted badly.  You would stop at nothing to get it.  The burning drive to achieve whatever was most desired couldn’t be stopped by any obstacle. No negativity was allowed to seep in to stop the momentum.  Smart Thinking, my favorite Twitter feed recently posted, “Be stronger than your strongest excuse.”  When we really want something, that strength isn’t hard to find.  When we feel uninspired about something that we are doing, the excuses wheedle their way in easily.

I find that I use these reflections to really look at what I’m doing on a daily basis.  There are things that I am doing that I’m obviously just going through the motions, in a lackluster way.  Could that be showing me that there are certain areas in my life that I am just wasting my time?  Are there things that could be cut out of the schedule or modified or changed because I am not doing them with gusto and often I am looking for excuses not to do them at all?  Of course, there are certain daily things that we just have to do like wash the dishes, do the laundry, pay the bills, etc. These things are hard to do with any kind of enthusiasm at all, but they still need to be done.  Even so, there are also a lot of filler items that we all have in our lives that become habits, “have-tos”, “just what we do”s, that maybe aren’t necessary and are blocking us from really trailblazing towards our biggest passions and possible achievements.

Actions speak louder than words.  We can say that we really want something, but the actions we are taking show us really how badly we want it.  Anne Wilson Schaef said, “When we underestimate ourselves, we are insulting God.”  We can really want something, but we then let fear and insecurity stop us from achieving it.  But if God put that desire in our heart, doesn’t it follow that He will use the forces of the Universe to help us attain our yearnings, if we put the action in and passion towards our goals in equal measure?

To really be clear about what we are wanting to accomplish in life, we have to become observers of our own actions.  We have to observe the feelings that either propel us towards our goals or hold us back from carrying out what we say we want to achieve.  When we get clear on our objectives and understand our true motivations, there can be no stopping us, on what is truly ours to realize.

I saw this posted on a wall the other day, “Do more of what makes you forget to look at your phone.”  The actions that we get lost in, the things that make time stop for us, are where our hearts lie.  When we follow the path of our heart with honest recognition, passion, desire, confidence and faith that Higher forces are helping us along the way, there is no stopping us!

A True Love Story

When I first decided to start my blog, I thought that I mainly should keep it to being about my own thoughts about this transitional middle stage time in my life.  I feel that my family’s and friends’ privacy is important, and I try only to mention them anecdotally, as it relates to my own experiences.  So, on my 24th wedding anniversary, which is today, how do I protect the privacy of the most important, meaningful relationship in my life and yet still express everything that this day means to me and more importantly, everything that my husband means to me?  There aren’t really words that can fully convey the blessing that it is, to be married to my best friend, my soulmate, my lover, my life partner, “my person.”

When Gwyneth Paltrow asked her father how he and her mother had such a long, successful marriage, he said that they never wanted to be divorced at the same time.  I remember years ago, being at a wedding and watching this elderly couple dancing with each other, gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes.  I was so enchanted, I sauntered up to them and asked them what the secret was, to their long, happy marriage.  They said, “Oh, we’re not married, honey.  We just started dating.”

People are always wanting to know the secret formula for everlasting love.  My husband and I were out celebrating our anniversary at a lovely restaurant this past Saturday.  The man who brought us our bread wished us “Happy Anniversary” and asked how many years we have been married.  When we said we have been married for 24 years, he looked utterly amazed.  He said, “Twenty-four years, Wow!  I can’t string together 24 months in a relationship.”

I wish I could explain “the secret formula” to having a long, successful, happy marriage.  Just like all the centenarians who give conflicting advice on the secret of having a long life, I’m not really sure that there is just one answer, or just one way.  I just feel incredibly blessed and lucky and thankful that the formula my husband and I have created, works for us.  I’m totally in love with my husband.  I love the life we have created together and I’m so grateful for the many life adventures we have shared.  I cherish our family.

When we were in a lovely hotel one time, my husband took a picture of a saying, hanging up on the wall and he texted it to me.  It said, “A True Love Story Never Ends”.  I hope that our love story never ends, because our love is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me in my life. Our love has brought forth everything that I hold dear in my life.  Happy Anniversary, my love.  Thank you for everything!