Sometimes it’s hard to understand,
and harder still to know . . .
the will and the way in which
God would have us to go.
Sometimes it’s not easy to welcome,
and harder still to accept . . .
the answers to our prayers
when the response isn’t what we expect.
Sometimes it’s looks impossible,
and harder still to see . . .
the hand of God at work in us
when the result aren’t what we want it to be.
Sometimes it’s difficult,
and tougher then we think . . .
to know the purpose of God’s intentions
when we are tested to the brink.
But, we can rest assured
God understands how we feel
and for all of our misgivings
it’s our doubts He wants to heal!
King James Version
“I, the LORD, search the heart,
I test the mind, Even to give every…
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I’m not normally one for flowers, would rather a nice steak, a new camera or a weekend rendezvous. Yellow is my favorite color. Seven Yellow roses …nestled with five red ones that signify each year of our marriage. Now..that is sweet.
Correction 8/29/2013: So…my husband pointed out that it was 12 yellow and 5 red. I had to ask ..”Are you sure? Really?”…I should have known better. He’s always right ..sometimes. Thanks Babe!
I didn’t live with him, but he did propose to me in the house I helped him pick out. The same place we would later call our home. I was standing in the kitchen waiting to go out on a dinner date. He was leaning on the counter and seemed to be a bit nervous. He had a blue piece of paper in his hand and I thought to myself “… it can’t be divorce papers we weren’t even married yet …” It was a poem he had printed from the internet. When he read it aloud to me it didn’t matter that he hadn’t written it because I could feel the love he had for me. He proposed and I told him I would have to think about it. Haha. Just kidding. I eagerly accepted.
Turns out it was a really good thing I had accepted his proposal. Our pre-planned dinner date turned out to be a party at Baker Street Pub where we had our first meeting the year before. He had arranged for friends and family to be there before we arrived. I’m glad he was so confident that I would accept his proposal!
After a night of fun and celebration we went back to his house to wake up to a beautiful sunrise. One I can never forget because now I get to wake to it every morning.
We were married in a small ceremony with family and friends four months later. His two sons stood up for him. And my two sons stood up for me. Both of us had lost our fathers earlier in life but we were both blessed to have our mothers with us.
That was August 22, 2008. Five years ago today. We have been through alot and will no doubt go through much more. And although our story is not your traditional fairy tale romance, we definitely live up to that old cliche of saving the best for last!
She’s the light of my life
and the joy of my joys
she’s the dainty and prissy
you don’t get from boys.
She’s a bundle of laughter
with her own attitude
but most of the time
she’s in a good mood.
She’s a special little girl
and now she is three
each year that goes by
she’s more special to me.
ten little fingers
ten little toes
a perfect little button nose
the years went by
his nose, well it grew
his ten little toes were each in a shoe
and then one day
he drove to a site
but the day would not go right
his ten little fingers
were almost made nine
but still it didn’t make him whine
he puffed out his chest
and he came down the ladder
just after he saw all of the blood splatter
today was the surgery
they sewed him together
Oly whispered “My Dad is all better”
so each morning when you wake up
be happy with what you see
for who knows how tomorrow will be
I know it hasn’t even been two years since your journey to Our Father in heaven, but some days it seems like a lifetime ago that we sat together and talked and laughed and cried as Mothers and Daughters do. I know we promised you that we would not drift apart from each other when you were gone, but being in Branson for our first family reunion without you is bittersweet. We hope to get together every other year on your birthday so we can celebrate your life and fulfill our promise to you. Maybe those of us who could not make it this year will make it in 2015. We all did our part in the kitchen, although none of us attempted to make your potato salad or baked beans. I don’t know, I just don’t think any of us are ready for that yet. I know you are happy. I hope that you are looking down on us with a proud heart and a tender smile. I need to keep this short, Mom. I miss you so much. The more I write, the more I long to hear your laughter and feel your hugs.
I love you,