today…
rain clouds…waking up alone…a bit of dread…a bit of melancholy…a lot of tears…messed up plans…broken heart…more dread…more tears…my beautiful little girls…a couple of messages from my boys…a phone call from my beautiful soon-to-be college grad…$3.99 per gallon gas…great traffic on the road trip…the beach…more rain clouds…ocean mist…watching the waves…reading a just-for-fun book…hanging with the dog…sand castles and moats…watching my girls, hand-in-hand, in the water…more tears…campfire on the beach…a long walk…begging for a sign…dusting off the sand…heading to my favorite place on the beach…salt water taffy…fries and onion rings at gracie’s…walking under the bridge…a seagull nest with egg…frolicking seals…channel house hot tubs…fisherman’s boat…horrific return-trip traffic…phone call from my sister…dinner ready and waiting in the crock pot…making tomorrow’s sack lunches…giggly bedtime battle…sitting down for mindless tv…when harry met sally…my sign. happy birthday to me.
May 27th, 2008 at 5:44 am
Happy Birthday.
I like what you wrote…a lot.
Isn’t life like that.
Moments of great sorrow.
Seconds where fear overtake us.
Minutes where we find great pleasure.
I’m finding the key is never listen to the things that drive you from your core beliefs.
It’s like the story of the Wemmicks. The bad stuff only sticks if you let it.
And there in lies the battle.
Happy Birthday Barb.
RIck
May 27th, 2008 at 3:16 pm
The Wemmicks - a great reminder for me, Rick. Thank you.