Happy Birthday Meerie

The day after Christmas my daughter (Mari), mom, and me went to my daughter's and her partner's home so that Mari could feed their dogs and cats. Their front door lock was broken so Mari had to climb over the fence to get to the back door. This was no easy feat. And me, well I didn't even try because I had a big sore on my leg and there was no way I was going to climb over a fence. After about 30 minutes of trying to get into the house which involved Mari trying to climb the fence twice, stepping on dog poop in the process, her and I trying to lift the garage door, all of us scoping out other areas of the fence, we finally got into the house.

How, you ask?

My 71-year old mother climbed over the fence and let us in.

Yeah you read what I wrote. Meerie hopped over the fence.

Mari turned to me and said, "How did she do that?"

Oh and this was on mom's birthday. Happy Birthday Meerie!!

Reflectionettes

There are a lot of times that I have these deep thoughts that seem to sear me straight to the heart. I look back on my life and I can't help but think it is true; as I get older, what was once important to me is now nothing but a shadow. It's the simple things in my life that make me smile and give me contentment. I still experience heartache because I'm a mom, daughter, sister, aunt, and everything else where love resides deeply and unabiding.

My life is good and I'm learning to enjoy what I have instead of yearning for what I don't have. Although something still bugs me; I still wish for a companion in life and out of all that is true with me, this has to be the most difficult thing for me to attain because I make it so difficult.

"Stop it!" Maybe if I keep telling myself consistently, I will stop thinking like this. It's in da brain!

I am grateful for my family. And no matter how dysfunctional we are, they're mine and I love them no matter what.

Ain't love grand?

Yes. Yes, it is.