It's been a little over two months since my dad passed away. All the details have been taken care of, and the memorial service has come and gone.
And today, today is the day I finally cried. I didn't expect it. All the while when everyone asked me how I was doing, I kept saying, "I'm okay. I'm happy for him because I know he's in a better place." I didn't feel sadness because I understood that he would no longer have to be imprisoned by his mortal body.
But today, I do feel sad. Maybe it's the fact that Thanksgiving was yesterday. I don't know. I was just sitting at my desk working and some thought must've slipped through my subconscious. Next thing I know I'm sitting here bawling like a baby.
Usually, I'm pretty in touch with my feelings. When I feel things, I usually know why. I know this feeling of sadness that just overcame me is about my dad's passing, but I don't understand why now.
I'm sad for my dad's life. I wish I could've been stronger for him. I wish I could've been more patient, less judgmental, better at letting things roll off my back. I get my stubborn nature from him; but unfortunately, it caused us to often be at odds with one another. I don't regret my relationship with him. I did the best I could. He did the best he could. But, sometimes people doing the best they know how, doesn't necessarily mean things work out as we think they should.
I am sad that dad had such a HARD, HARD life. One of the things about him, though, is that he never quit. Sometimes he'd go off track a bit, but he never quit. He always kept trying to do better, to be better. I wish that he would've had as much happiness as the effort he put into TRYING.
Looking back, it's no lie that there were some really hard times having him for a dad. But that's not what I think of now. Now, I think of all the GOOD things he did and all the LOVE that he had for us. I think of how he kept trying to be a better husband, a better father, a better person. I wish he could have felt more success. I wish I could've been able to applaud his efforts more and judge his weakness less.
I'm thankful to know that God lives. I'm thankful to know that Jesus Christ came to redeem the world and because of the laying down of his life, we will all be able to live again. I'm thankful that I know that my dad's spirit is alive now and that he can be free from mortal pain and sorrow. I know that my dad forgives me for my weakness in loving him. I know, because that's how he is. Just as Jesus loves us, dad would rather have taken any sadness or sorrow upon himself than to have any one of his children experience it.
I'm sure that when I see my dad again, we might still butt heads. It's not like dying makes us perfect. But, I hope, that I will have grown stronger, that I will have learned to be more humble, meek, submissive, patient, full of love and all long-suffering. I hope that I can love him better.
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Tuesday, November 15, 2011
When You Least Expect It
I'm thankful for a wonderful, kind, gentle husband. As I've mentioned, I grew up with an alcoholic dad. While not all alcoholics are violent or abusive, my dad had some, shall we say, "anger issues". Like most other little girls, I dreamed of growing up, marrying a wonderful husband, and having many babies. But, with my dad as the primary male role model in my life, I didn't hold out much hope for the "wonderful husband" part.
Then I grew up. Or, I grew up some, anyway. I went off to college and began to have many wonderful experiences. I learned all kinds of new things, made new friends, and even dated a bit. I was thrilled to find that there were many different types of men in the world. I became convinced I would find the "perfect" guy and live "happily ever after."
Then I grew up some more. When I was 21, I took the opportunity to serve as a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. While a missionary, I became fluent in Spanish and was able to continue to use my newfound skills when I moved to Texas in the Fall of 1999. By the time I was 30, I had managed to not only elude marriage, but find myself a degree and a career. I became a bilingual social worker.
As you know, social workers don't make a lot. The average salary of a social worker is about on par with that of a school teacher. But, I was on my own, paying my own way, had my own apartment, etc. I made friends, but many of them got married. At one point I found myself pretty alone. Not only that, but I got fired from my job for a mistake I had made. It was not a pretty time in my life. I got internet service in my apartment so I could look for jobs online without having to go to the library to use the computer there. I spent HOURS every day combing the classifieds. After only a few days of this, I hit a pretty bad low. I knew something had to change, and soon! I decided I needed to try to make new friends. For this reason, and ONLY this reason, I decided to join a singles site. I know, I know, it sounds like I was looking for a relationship. But, I really and truly wasn't. I just wanted to make friends so I wasn't so isolated.
People always say it happens when you least expect it. Which, I always found to be silly. I mean, when you get to a certain point in your life, you know the next step is to find the right person, settle down and have a family (If that's the life path you choose.) I wanted that, too. When I was a kid, I thought I'd get married at age 19 like my mom. I never intended to be single at 30. But, that is where I was. And, admittedly, from the age of about 26 or so, I kept looking around every corner thinking that surely IT would happen. But, when it didn't, I finally had to accept the fact that I might never get married. I had to learn to be okay with that. And, I did. Through lots of prayer (and long discussions with my mom), I accepted that Heavenly Father has a plan for each one of us and even though I didn't understand it, I had to trust Him and His plan for me (which, apparently, did not include marriage.)
So that's where I was. Alone, broke, and searching for friends. And then I met Lloyd. There are so many funny things about the way our early courtship went. The first being, I couldn't even see what he looked like from his bio picture. He had some old, out of date picture where he was sitting on a couch about 10 feet away from where the photo was being shot. Digital imaging wasn't very common then, and the 35mm shot was blurry and hard to see. All I could tell was that he had long legs (as they were stretched out in front of him) and dark hair. Other than that, the image was fuzzy. But, I read his bio and he seemed like a genuinely NICE GUY. That's the kind of friends I wanted to make: genuinely nice people. I wasn't looking for partyers or game-players male or female.
Lloyd and I started emailing back and forth and he was the kindest and most thoughtful man I'd ever encountered. I had no idea at the time that I would fall for him. I wasn't expecting it in the least. In fact, at the time, he was dating a few other girls. Even after we'd had a couple of dates he flew out to California to meet up with another lady. But, it didn't bother me. Why? Because I didn't know I was falling in love. I was totally in the "friend zone" and so I was completely okay with that. On top of that, I knew that if I ever DID find someone to fall in love with, I was definitely NOT going to try to convince him to love me. Looking back, when I was younger, I see that I often gave too much, too soon. I was so eager for love that I gave my whole heart away to those who didn't give back as freely. As hard as those times were, I learned from them. I was determined that I would rather be alone and happy, than with someone who didn't love me the way I deserved to be loved.
Lloyd loves me completely and unreservedly. Though our marriage isn't perfect (is anyone's?), we are happy. We work hard at loving each other and we are building our dreams together. They are slow in coming to fruition, but we are partners in our efforts, for the most part (except when he forgets to take the trash out.) I love Lloyd with my whole heart and am MOST grateful for the path that led us to each other. I'm grateful for God's plan for me. He knows what is right for me (and WHEN it is right for me), even though I sometimes doubt. As the years go by, I better understand the value of patience and faith, for in retrospect, I see nothing short of miracles in my life.
Engagement Photo
Then I grew up. Or, I grew up some, anyway. I went off to college and began to have many wonderful experiences. I learned all kinds of new things, made new friends, and even dated a bit. I was thrilled to find that there were many different types of men in the world. I became convinced I would find the "perfect" guy and live "happily ever after."
The Kiss
Then I grew up some more. When I was 21, I took the opportunity to serve as a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. While a missionary, I became fluent in Spanish and was able to continue to use my newfound skills when I moved to Texas in the Fall of 1999. By the time I was 30, I had managed to not only elude marriage, but find myself a degree and a career. I became a bilingual social worker.
As you know, social workers don't make a lot. The average salary of a social worker is about on par with that of a school teacher. But, I was on my own, paying my own way, had my own apartment, etc. I made friends, but many of them got married. At one point I found myself pretty alone. Not only that, but I got fired from my job for a mistake I had made. It was not a pretty time in my life. I got internet service in my apartment so I could look for jobs online without having to go to the library to use the computer there. I spent HOURS every day combing the classifieds. After only a few days of this, I hit a pretty bad low. I knew something had to change, and soon! I decided I needed to try to make new friends. For this reason, and ONLY this reason, I decided to join a singles site. I know, I know, it sounds like I was looking for a relationship. But, I really and truly wasn't. I just wanted to make friends so I wasn't so isolated.
Wedding Day
People always say it happens when you least expect it. Which, I always found to be silly. I mean, when you get to a certain point in your life, you know the next step is to find the right person, settle down and have a family (If that's the life path you choose.) I wanted that, too. When I was a kid, I thought I'd get married at age 19 like my mom. I never intended to be single at 30. But, that is where I was. And, admittedly, from the age of about 26 or so, I kept looking around every corner thinking that surely IT would happen. But, when it didn't, I finally had to accept the fact that I might never get married. I had to learn to be okay with that. And, I did. Through lots of prayer (and long discussions with my mom), I accepted that Heavenly Father has a plan for each one of us and even though I didn't understand it, I had to trust Him and His plan for me (which, apparently, did not include marriage.)
Thanksgiving 2008
So that's where I was. Alone, broke, and searching for friends. And then I met Lloyd. There are so many funny things about the way our early courtship went. The first being, I couldn't even see what he looked like from his bio picture. He had some old, out of date picture where he was sitting on a couch about 10 feet away from where the photo was being shot. Digital imaging wasn't very common then, and the 35mm shot was blurry and hard to see. All I could tell was that he had long legs (as they were stretched out in front of him) and dark hair. Other than that, the image was fuzzy. But, I read his bio and he seemed like a genuinely NICE GUY. That's the kind of friends I wanted to make: genuinely nice people. I wasn't looking for partyers or game-players male or female.
My 35th Birthday 2009
Our Five Year Anniversary, December 2009
Family Picture with our dog, Chance (who thinks he's a "people".) 2010
Tuesday, November 01, 2011
Autumn Joy
Did I ever mention how much I dearly love Autumn? It's my favorite season. Which, if you think about it, is kind of strange for a person who has struggled with Depression her whole life. But, I just can't help it. No other season SMELLS and FEELS the way Autumn does. PLUS, Autumn is really just a segue way into the Holidays. I've noticed that I'm happiest when I have something to look forward to.
In the past, I used to think the GETTING of or the ARRIVAL of a thing or event was IT. But, now that I'm older (and clearly much wiser), I've realized that it's the ANTICIPATION that I enjoy most. That's part of the reason I'm a "planner". Don't get me wrong, I can spontane as much as, or better than the next gal. But I like to plan things because then I get to savor the anticipation.
As a kid growing up, we didn't have much money. In fact, it's amazing that we had Christmas gifts at all. But, not HAVING never stopped me from DREAMING. What Christian child hasn't spent hours in contemplation over the all-important Christmas Wish List? Just as it was then, I relish the time spent dreaming more than the actual THING itself.
That's one of the main reasons I think I love Autumn so much. When the leaves start to fall, and the wind turns cool, it's a signal that the Holidays (filled with parties, shopping, gifts, family time, and a general increase in human decency) are just around the corner. Who couldn't love that?
I'm also appreciative of Autumn because for Americans, the Thanksgiving holiday is celebrated. As we take time to reflect on the many blessings that have been afforded us as a nation, as families, and individuals, our hearts can't help but expand. It often appears that nowadays many tend toward building up a personal armor to avoid showing any inkling of vulnerability (convinced that being open will result in being taken advantage of, financial ruin, or lack of respect). However, with the onset of Autumn, and the ensuing Holiday Season, people's hearts seem to soften and grow warmer. Friendships are rekindled and family bonds are renewed. There is nothing more important in life than this.
With that being said, I'm thankful for my family. My dad passed away in September. It's not that I was especially close to my dad. I loved him. He was my dad. I understood him, because I am like him. More than anything, I was happy to see him go because I understand the certain misery that comes from being stuck in a sick body. He was sick for a long time. The upcoming winter weather would have been even harder on him. I'm glad he was freed from his mortal prison and no longer has to face the sickness, sadness, pain, and loneliness that often come with being elderly and alone.
With my dad's passing, our family was reunited twice within 2 months: once in September at his passing and again in October, for his simple, yet beautiful memorial at the lake. As a family of highly independent thinkers, in the past, we've often had disagreements. It could be said that we argue simply for the sake of arguing. We all enjoy a good debate. Sometimes, however, those debates have been taken a little too far and feelings have inevitably been hurt.
As my mother and siblings gathered to discuss the business of death (because, with all the decisions to be made, it DOES feel that way sometimes), I was worried that there would be contention -- too many varying opinions. To my wonder, we all genuinely got along. Everyone behaved kindly, respectfully, and even maturely in deciding the WHAT and WHEN and HOW. While there were a few diverging thoughts, it seemed that all were on their best behavior to be accommodating; to get along as best as possible.
I've heard of families being torn apart by death. If anything, I think my family became closer and stronger going through this together. I have new-found respect for my siblings, even my "littlest" brother. At 25, my baby brother amazes me with his strength of character and gentle heart. He understands things in a way that most men never do. He speaks few words, but when he does, they are gems. I regard and respect him, as with many other of my siblings. My mom continues to be a pillar of strength and admiration.
I'm thankful for a strong, opinionated, passionate, caring family. I love when we are together. I get to behold amazing qualities in those around me. Though it's not ALWAYS rainbows, unicorns, and sunshine, I am filled with gratitude for their love, support, and strength of character.
In the past, I used to think the GETTING of or the ARRIVAL of a thing or event was IT. But, now that I'm older (and clearly much wiser), I've realized that it's the ANTICIPATION that I enjoy most. That's part of the reason I'm a "planner". Don't get me wrong, I can spontane as much as, or better than the next gal. But I like to plan things because then I get to savor the anticipation.
As a kid growing up, we didn't have much money. In fact, it's amazing that we had Christmas gifts at all. But, not HAVING never stopped me from DREAMING. What Christian child hasn't spent hours in contemplation over the all-important Christmas Wish List? Just as it was then, I relish the time spent dreaming more than the actual THING itself.
That's one of the main reasons I think I love Autumn so much. When the leaves start to fall, and the wind turns cool, it's a signal that the Holidays (filled with parties, shopping, gifts, family time, and a general increase in human decency) are just around the corner. Who couldn't love that?
I'm also appreciative of Autumn because for Americans, the Thanksgiving holiday is celebrated. As we take time to reflect on the many blessings that have been afforded us as a nation, as families, and individuals, our hearts can't help but expand. It often appears that nowadays many tend toward building up a personal armor to avoid showing any inkling of vulnerability (convinced that being open will result in being taken advantage of, financial ruin, or lack of respect). However, with the onset of Autumn, and the ensuing Holiday Season, people's hearts seem to soften and grow warmer. Friendships are rekindled and family bonds are renewed. There is nothing more important in life than this.
With that being said, I'm thankful for my family. My dad passed away in September. It's not that I was especially close to my dad. I loved him. He was my dad. I understood him, because I am like him. More than anything, I was happy to see him go because I understand the certain misery that comes from being stuck in a sick body. He was sick for a long time. The upcoming winter weather would have been even harder on him. I'm glad he was freed from his mortal prison and no longer has to face the sickness, sadness, pain, and loneliness that often come with being elderly and alone.
With my dad's passing, our family was reunited twice within 2 months: once in September at his passing and again in October, for his simple, yet beautiful memorial at the lake. As a family of highly independent thinkers, in the past, we've often had disagreements. It could be said that we argue simply for the sake of arguing. We all enjoy a good debate. Sometimes, however, those debates have been taken a little too far and feelings have inevitably been hurt.
As my mother and siblings gathered to discuss the business of death (because, with all the decisions to be made, it DOES feel that way sometimes), I was worried that there would be contention -- too many varying opinions. To my wonder, we all genuinely got along. Everyone behaved kindly, respectfully, and even maturely in deciding the WHAT and WHEN and HOW. While there were a few diverging thoughts, it seemed that all were on their best behavior to be accommodating; to get along as best as possible.
I've heard of families being torn apart by death. If anything, I think my family became closer and stronger going through this together. I have new-found respect for my siblings, even my "littlest" brother. At 25, my baby brother amazes me with his strength of character and gentle heart. He understands things in a way that most men never do. He speaks few words, but when he does, they are gems. I regard and respect him, as with many other of my siblings. My mom continues to be a pillar of strength and admiration.
I'm thankful for a strong, opinionated, passionate, caring family. I love when we are together. I get to behold amazing qualities in those around me. Though it's not ALWAYS rainbows, unicorns, and sunshine, I am filled with gratitude for their love, support, and strength of character.
Monday, February 07, 2011
I Live and Love With My Whole Heart -- And It's Okay!
I had a great conversation with my husband, Lloyd, this evening. Lloyd is one of the most loving and generous men I've ever known. I'm so thankful to be married to him and love him deeply. I feel like he's my greatest blessing from a Heavenly Father who loves me. That being said, it doesn't mean that we never struggle. Face it, if you're married to a man, there WILL be struggles at times. No sexism intended. Well, okay, maybe just a little... Men and women, as we all know, are just "wired" differently. In general, men are not the "communicators" that women seem inherently born to be.
Sometimes I get frustrated with Lloyd because he keeps a lot inside. A third of that is that he's an introvert by nature. Another 33% of it is that he is an only child and the majority of his "conversations" in life are between the characters in the books he reads. The remaining half is that he's just a man--a man who believes it is his sacred duty to "protect" his wife from all hardship and pain. So, inevitably, he doesn't communicate to me the way I would like him to and that results in frustration and my feelings getting hurt at times. Now, if you know me at all, you know I'm a sensitive soul. It isn't necessarily the hardest thing in the world to wound me emotionally. I own that. (Don't, however, label me as "moody" because I view that as a negative word tactless people throw out to absolve themselves of wrongdoing rather than seeking forgiveness for their lack of sensitivity.) However, the good thing about me is that I am a communicator. If my feelings are injured, and I care enough about the other person to even bother, I will tell him what I'm feeling and we can talk things out. Another good thing about me is that I'm very empathetic and I don't hold grudges very well. Once I start talking with said person, I usually come to understand why he said X thing and my empathy kicks in until I'm no longer hurt. I now UNDERSTAND and that's usually all it takes (although, admittedly, a sincere apology always helps speed the enlightenment and healing.)
Over the last couple of days Lloyd and I have had a few "misunderstandings". A large part of it is probably due to my having cabin fever (couped up inside due to icy roads and poor weather conditions). Another part is likely a result of the pressure of his job right now. Tonight came the proverbial "straw that broke the camel's back" , but thankfully we were able to take some time to sit down and talk things out.
I'm so blessed to have a husband who cares about communication. Lloyd was married before. He explains that he and his former wife had very poor communication and that was part of their marital problems. He vowed that if he ever fell in love again, before deciding to remarry, he would be sure that the object of his affection would be a good communicator. He knew he wasn't inherently the best at communicating, but recognized the importance of it in relationships, especially marriage. During our whirlwind courtship (we met and were married within the course of 8 months--and would've married sooner had it been possible), situations arose that were challenging. He said he knew he loved me the first time one such situation arose and we worked through it together honestly and openly. We're on our 7th year of marriage now and we still try to always maintain that standard in resolving conflicts or other challenges. We're not perfect, but we try.
I intermittently follow a psychologist online, Dr. Brene Brown, PhD. I have a couple of her books and the things she talks about really make sense to me. The quote of the week on her blog is by C.S. Lewis and couldn't be more applicable to what I am feeling this weekend in my relationship with my husband. It is equally valuable for me to remember in all of life's relationships.
I grew up in a family where I felt that being openly loving, vulnerable, and honest were wrong. When I was being myself, inevitably, it caused problems. Ergo, throughout the course of my adult life, I've tried unsuccessfully over and over to close my heart so it wouldn't get hurt. But, because of who I was born to be, I've yet to be fully able to accomplish the task.
Now, I'm trying to learn that for me, success is about being vulnerable--about loving fully and freely, in spite of the pain that inevitably accompanies such love. It hurts so much at times and I cry bigger crocodile tears than anyone I know. But, I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that this is a good thing. It's good to be who I am. Being "sensitive" is ok. It's better than ok. Being sensitive and vulnerable, in my mind anyway, means that I'm attempting to be more Christlike. We know from The Bible that Christ was perfect in his love for others (John 15:3). We also know from the book of Isaiah, that he has felt our pain and borne our sorrows (Isaiah 53:4). If we are to emulate Christ and live his example, then shouldn't we, too, be willing to open our hearts, even if it means that at times we will experience pain by so doing? I think it does.
When feelings are hurt or I feel alone or unloved, I'm going to try to remember that this is okay. It's part of being a loving and vulnerable being--even part of trying to follow the Savior's example. I shouldn't fear the pain that inexorably will at times accompany being a loving and vulnerable person. Perfect love casteth out fear (1 John 4:18). If I continue to try to live openly with my whole heart , then my fear of being hurt should diminish. Sadness and sorrow should turn to joy. Who wants their heart in a casket anyway?
Sometimes I get frustrated with Lloyd because he keeps a lot inside. A third of that is that he's an introvert by nature. Another 33% of it is that he is an only child and the majority of his "conversations" in life are between the characters in the books he reads. The remaining half is that he's just a man--a man who believes it is his sacred duty to "protect" his wife from all hardship and pain. So, inevitably, he doesn't communicate to me the way I would like him to and that results in frustration and my feelings getting hurt at times. Now, if you know me at all, you know I'm a sensitive soul. It isn't necessarily the hardest thing in the world to wound me emotionally. I own that. (Don't, however, label me as "moody" because I view that as a negative word tactless people throw out to absolve themselves of wrongdoing rather than seeking forgiveness for their lack of sensitivity.) However, the good thing about me is that I am a communicator. If my feelings are injured, and I care enough about the other person to even bother, I will tell him what I'm feeling and we can talk things out. Another good thing about me is that I'm very empathetic and I don't hold grudges very well. Once I start talking with said person, I usually come to understand why he said X thing and my empathy kicks in until I'm no longer hurt. I now UNDERSTAND and that's usually all it takes (although, admittedly, a sincere apology always helps speed the enlightenment and healing.)
Over the last couple of days Lloyd and I have had a few "misunderstandings". A large part of it is probably due to my having cabin fever (couped up inside due to icy roads and poor weather conditions). Another part is likely a result of the pressure of his job right now. Tonight came the proverbial "straw that broke the camel's back" , but thankfully we were able to take some time to sit down and talk things out.
I'm so blessed to have a husband who cares about communication. Lloyd was married before. He explains that he and his former wife had very poor communication and that was part of their marital problems. He vowed that if he ever fell in love again, before deciding to remarry, he would be sure that the object of his affection would be a good communicator. He knew he wasn't inherently the best at communicating, but recognized the importance of it in relationships, especially marriage. During our whirlwind courtship (we met and were married within the course of 8 months--and would've married sooner had it been possible), situations arose that were challenging. He said he knew he loved me the first time one such situation arose and we worked through it together honestly and openly. We're on our 7th year of marriage now and we still try to always maintain that standard in resolving conflicts or other challenges. We're not perfect, but we try.
I intermittently follow a psychologist online, Dr. Brene Brown, PhD. I have a couple of her books and the things she talks about really make sense to me. The quote of the week on her blog is by C.S. Lewis and couldn't be more applicable to what I am feeling this weekend in my relationship with my husband. It is equally valuable for me to remember in all of life's relationships.
I grew up in a family where I felt that being openly loving, vulnerable, and honest were wrong. When I was being myself, inevitably, it caused problems. Ergo, throughout the course of my adult life, I've tried unsuccessfully over and over to close my heart so it wouldn't get hurt. But, because of who I was born to be, I've yet to be fully able to accomplish the task.
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| Morgan Weistling - The Promise |
Now, I'm trying to learn that for me, success is about being vulnerable--about loving fully and freely, in spite of the pain that inevitably accompanies such love. It hurts so much at times and I cry bigger crocodile tears than anyone I know. But, I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that this is a good thing. It's good to be who I am. Being "sensitive" is ok. It's better than ok. Being sensitive and vulnerable, in my mind anyway, means that I'm attempting to be more Christlike. We know from The Bible that Christ was perfect in his love for others (John 15:3). We also know from the book of Isaiah, that he has felt our pain and borne our sorrows (Isaiah 53:4). If we are to emulate Christ and live his example, then shouldn't we, too, be willing to open our hearts, even if it means that at times we will experience pain by so doing? I think it does.
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| Hand in Hand - Greg Olsen |
When feelings are hurt or I feel alone or unloved, I'm going to try to remember that this is okay. It's part of being a loving and vulnerable being--even part of trying to follow the Savior's example. I shouldn't fear the pain that inexorably will at times accompany being a loving and vulnerable person. Perfect love casteth out fear (1 John 4:18). If I continue to try to live openly with my whole heart , then my fear of being hurt should diminish. Sadness and sorrow should turn to joy. Who wants their heart in a casket anyway?
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
Home Sweet Home
Well, for the long Labor Day holiday weekend, Lloyd and I didn't do anything "special". After a busy week of applications and interviews, I was definitely ready to just kick back and be HOME. I guess it's a good thing that HOME is the place I'd most like to be the majority of the time. We create our homes to be just such havens, do we not?
Here's a beautiful home I always loved in my hometown of Springfield, Missouri:
The Fellows Home
The thing I love most about my HOME is that my husband is here with me. I know, it's cheesy, but it's true. We just like to be around each other, even if we don't speak for hours at a time. I can be in my craft room or on my computer, and he can be playing video games or on his computer, and that's fine. But we just like to have the other's presence nearby.
The other thing I especially like about my HOME is that it has all my favorite things to DO so I never get bored. I love having a computer at hand for anything I can conceive of doing: surfing, shopping, designing, emailing, chatting, etc. When we travel away (I don't have a laptop yet), I miss my computer more than anything. What's your favorite part about being HOME? What makes your home special to you?
The other thing I especially like about my HOME is that it has all my favorite things to DO so I never get bored. I love having a computer at hand for anything I can conceive of doing: surfing, shopping, designing, emailing, chatting, etc. When we travel away (I don't have a laptop yet), I miss my computer more than anything. What's your favorite part about being HOME? What makes your home special to you?
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