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Saturday, October 12, 2013

Girl Alone

Once (and I do mean once) upon a time, a girl's family left her alone...

Her husband to a fishing trip with her son...

Her daughter to a slumber party...

So the girl was left alone.

Her supper looked like this.

Cereal - Yum!  No baking required.











Her television looked like this.


Silent.













Her reading spot looked like this.
Peaceful.
















Her dessert looked like this.
Chocolate.  Enough said.


















Her bed looked like this.

A couch is a bed.













The next morning, when she awoke to silence...

her breakfast looked like this....
She was easy to please.
 
















Her office looked like this.


















And her view looked like this.
Ah, yes.  Thank you God for natural beauty.
















Then her family returned and found a very relaxed, happy girl.  The End.

Moral of the Story:  A little alone time makes for a lotta happy mommy.
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Wings

Husband encouraged, loved, and took care of me.  Husband said you can be anything, I believe in you. 

So, I think it is ironic when husband doesn't understand me...the social causes that intrigue me, the tangents that my mind wonders onto away from my "real" job, the endless groups I dream I could start, the causes I could champion.

Husband says, "Why do you want to be noticed?  People that do all of those things just want people to notice them.  They just want to stand out.  They just want to be part of high society."

I smile.  Really, husband?  So, let me get this straight....

It is easier to set on your couch and fill your head with meaningless television than to devote yourself to a cause to help others...to give your time to meet with like-minded people...to schedule events...to raise money...to love on people...

I've heard this logic before and it always comes from those who are uninvolved in the lives of those around them, who turn their head from heartbreak.

I don't want people to know my name.  I know my name.  I never care that I receive accolades, I hope I don't.  I do want people to understand my spirit, my heart through my work.

I don't want to live life and simply breathe in, gobbling up all that is around me for my own gain.

No, I want to breathe OUT and be the wind beneath someone else's wings.