Tag Archives: Relationships

Conversation with a Princess

OlyviaWhat is your favorite color?  Pink

What is your favorite food? Apples

What is your favorite drink? Chocolate milk

What is your favorite movie? Frozen

What is your favorite song?  Let it Go

Who is your favorite princess?  You

And all this time I thought she was the Princess!

Just when I thought nothing in life could surprise me …. as laid in the floor with my granddaughter coloring in her Mickey Mouse coloring book we have an innocent conversation.   She continues to color and belts out the answers to the questions without giving it a second thought.  I’m speechless.   After a few moments of silence,  she asks  “What’s the next question, Grammo?”   Innocence.  Sweetness.  Beauty.

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Thanks Dad? I think.

I went to church today and Pastor Mark preached about character and integrity.   These are the things that a father should have and want to be remembered for when they are gone.   It was a great sermon but it somewhat made me sad because I don’t remember my Dad for his character and integrity.    I then went on to read a lot of blogs today from bloggers worldwide thanking their fathers for being such a great Dad.   I thought about it a lot today and thought maybe I should thank my Dad too:

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Thanks Dad for changing your name and never letting us know who you really were.   I am glad that I do not know my heritage or any of my family members from your side of the tracks.   Even though I have no clue where I came from, I do know where I am going.

Thanks Dad for letting us know that you had two daughters before marrying my Mom, adopting her boys (my brothers) and donating your sperm for me.   If I could find Pammy and Lisa (yes, this is all I know about them) I would let them know how lucky they were that you walked out of their life and never looked back.

Thanks Dad for never taking me to church or teaching me about God.   It makes me so happy to know that you respected me enough to allow me to make my own choice about religion.  Because you allowed me to make my own choice about religion, I made poor choices about life in general.   God should have always been first in my life from the day I was born.   But you made sure that didn’t happen.  How dare anyone love someone in life more than you.

Thanks Dad for always making sure I knew how to make friends.   I mean, because we moved every two or three years I had to, right?   Because of that I tried very hard never to get close to anyone because we would be moving again.   I still have that ability.  The ability to distance myself from everyone.  They say home is where the heart is.  I never had a home.

Thanks Dad for making sure I always went to the doctor and to the dentist like I should have growing up.   Because I was so well taken care of I only needed $13,000.00 worth of work on my teeth when I turned 18 and was able to care for myself.   And that broken nose you never took me to the doctor for, well I finally got that fixed too when I was in my thirties, well after you had died from your drinking.

Thanks Dad for showing all of us how to drink really well.    Alcoholism, whether genetic or learned, you made sure it effected every one of us.

Thanks Dad for being sure we all knew what a strong man you were.   We were all left speechless every time you showed your strength when you beat one of my brothers, or even my Mom for that matter.

Thanks Dad for being such a great leader and for taking charge in the family.   Your guidance taught us so well.   We knew that as long as we pounded our own chest that everyone was sure to respect us.   Respect was not something we would have to earn in life, right?  As long as we controlled everyone we came in contact with we would be okay.

Thanks Dad for always being so proud of me in school.   For not attending my induction into the National Honor Society.  For not attending my high school graduation.   For not encouraging me to go to college.   Mom always said my mind was wasted, but who was she to speak up?   I’m still learning Dad, every day I learn something new.

Thanks Dad, for playing Russian roulette with Mom, literally.   Although she married you, she always knew she was the lucky one, finding one of the five empty chambers every time.    Did you ever think she would outlive you?  She didn’t.  She was certain you would kill her first.

Thanks Dad, for teaching me how to fish.   Yep, thanks Dad, I’m glad I know how to fish.

Wow, Dad.   Who would have known I would have so much to say “Thank you” for?   Really, Thanks Dad, because if it were not for you, I would not be who I am today.   That’s not to say that you helped or encouraged me to be the person that I am, but you certainly showed me who I did not want to be.

Fishy Fishy

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Of all the fish in the sea, I wonder how many were thrown back by a man who didn’t realize what he had? 

Promise

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Promises

When you makes a promise it lays a certain ground for expectations.

A promise made is a sign of commitment. A promise kept is a sign of devotion. A promise broken is a sign of betrayal.

If you don’t intend on keeping your promise, it is probably best that you don’t make it to begin with.

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In response to
the A to Z Challenge

Love

Love comes in many fashions
There are those we choose to love
And those we are supposed to love

Love is emotional trickery
There are those you can’t love enough
And those you wonder how you ever loved

Love is a precious gift
There are those you keep in a tiny box all to yourself
And those in a big box that you share

Love is a moment in time
Love me all you can today
For I may be gone tomorrow.

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In response to
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Worry No More

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This post is inspired by this week’s DPchallenge:  CLIFFHANGER

For this week’s challenge, write a post that will leave readers waiting for more. Breathless with anticipation. On the edges of the seats. Obsessively clicking “refresh,” waiting impatiently for the end of the story. We want to hear audible groans when readers reach the end of your post and see “To be continued…

……. a continuation from “I Worry”

I saw him today in a different light
Not as a ray of sunshine
But as a shadow of doubt

When he put his arms around me
Instead of melting into one with him
I shivered from the bitter cold

His passionate kisses
That once made me weak in the knees
Now left a nasty taste in my mouth

And to hear him say “I love you”
Was music to my ears
Because I knew it was finally over

I worry no more.

So often today people worry about what has already been done or about what has not yet happened.  Worrying will not change things.  We are sad.  We stop living.  We age prematurely.  And we miss out on the beauty that life has to offer. Life is too short  Make a decision today to “Worry No More”.

Healthy Relationships

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We finished our series at church on the 9 Habits of a Healthy Relationship a few weeks ago.  The series was so amazing that I wanted to document it on my blog so I could refer back to it in the years to come.   Today, I finally completed number 9 and would like to share all 9 Habits with you.  You may view these on the sidebar to the left of my page, or by selecting the menu button on the mobile site.  Or you may watch the sermon online at Sugar Creek Baptist Church (click on the link)  Enjoy!

Galatians 5:22-23 “But when the Holy Spirit controls our lives, He will produce this kind of fruit (results) in us: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.”

The Proposal

img044What do you do when you are both in your forties and contemplating getting married, again, for the third time?  I must say he did it well.

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!