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So my good friend Dargan told me that life is a bunch of seasons...and she is right.
This season for us has been turmoil, heartache, loneliness and sunshine. If that makes any sense.
Summer is my favorite time of year...and 5:00 is my favorite time of night. Summer is awesome...without explanation. 5:00 is awesome because that is when I could expect my favorite man to come walking through the door...or at least to call me and let me know he was comin' home to me. I used to look forward to that time of day, every day.
They say live day to day...well I live by the hour lately. I live in three-hour increments for instance, today we did
(1) breakfast/pay sales tax/daddy called/Abby napping
(2)then doing lunch/kids watching a movie so I can pour my heart out to my blog/catch up on orders and emails
(3)then off to the pool. The pool will be a three hour tour so to speak...then the last three hours will be the gym...and supper.
Then the last 3 hours of the day will be me making popcorn/editing/catching up on emails/sleeping/chatting with my mom (on ichat or phone) and sister.
And in between I have to water the garden, clean up dishes, change diapers, wipe bottoms, feel sorry for myself (just kidding), thank the sweet Lord Jesus that I have a husband that is coming home and kids that are healthy and listen 8 out of 10 times when I speak to them. That number is an estimate...a generality if you will...but they are pretty good ;)
I saw an old friend in Illinois around the 4th of July...Independence Day (Mom gets annoyed when people call it the 4th because it takes the meaning away) So on the weekend of our fantastic Independence, I saw a friend and we were talking about how we were, etc. I said my usual...I am "missing Billy" She was telling me about when she lost her husband. I will never forget when I got the news. I was in Iraq...in one of Saddam's palace bathrooms in Baghdad when I got the news about the accident. I remember falling to the floor and crying for her...for what she was possibly feeling or going through.
She then said "remember this, at least you get to talk to him again...I remember thinking, I will never get to talk to him again." And with that it was like i was punched in the gut...I felt so horrible and sorry for everyone that won't have a homecoming or a happily ever after. This seven months is not that bad...get outta yourself Ashley...this will pass. She was so right.
So a happy, sad, extrospective (is that a word?) thought for my Tuesday. Shannon I love you so much...thank you for helping me see past myself and my three hour time blocks. Life for me will go on...so happy your life has gone on too. You are my hero, with your beautiful kids and life and spirit.
This season for us has been turmoil, heartache, loneliness and sunshine. If that makes any sense.
Summer is my favorite time of year...and 5:00 is my favorite time of night. Summer is awesome...without explanation. 5:00 is awesome because that is when I could expect my favorite man to come walking through the door...or at least to call me and let me know he was comin' home to me. I used to look forward to that time of day, every day.
They say live day to day...well I live by the hour lately. I live in three-hour increments for instance, today we did
(1) breakfast/pay sales tax/daddy called/Abby napping
(2)then doing lunch/kids watching a movie so I can pour my heart out to my blog/catch up on orders and emails
(3)then off to the pool. The pool will be a three hour tour so to speak...then the last three hours will be the gym...and supper.
Then the last 3 hours of the day will be me making popcorn/editing/catching up on emails/sleeping/chatting with my mom (on ichat or phone) and sister.
And in between I have to water the garden, clean up dishes, change diapers, wipe bottoms, feel sorry for myself (just kidding), thank the sweet Lord Jesus that I have a husband that is coming home and kids that are healthy and listen 8 out of 10 times when I speak to them. That number is an estimate...a generality if you will...but they are pretty good ;)
I saw an old friend in Illinois around the 4th of July...Independence Day (Mom gets annoyed when people call it the 4th because it takes the meaning away) So on the weekend of our fantastic Independence, I saw a friend and we were talking about how we were, etc. I said my usual...I am "missing Billy" She was telling me about when she lost her husband. I will never forget when I got the news. I was in Iraq...in one of Saddam's palace bathrooms in Baghdad when I got the news about the accident. I remember falling to the floor and crying for her...for what she was possibly feeling or going through.
She then said "remember this, at least you get to talk to him again...I remember thinking, I will never get to talk to him again." And with that it was like i was punched in the gut...I felt so horrible and sorry for everyone that won't have a homecoming or a happily ever after. This seven months is not that bad...get outta yourself Ashley...this will pass. She was so right.
So a happy, sad, extrospective (is that a word?) thought for my Tuesday. Shannon I love you so much...thank you for helping me see past myself and my three hour time blocks. Life for me will go on...so happy your life has gone on too. You are my hero, with your beautiful kids and life and spirit.
here is me and my girls, taken by Em
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