Without work, how could you appreciate what you have in life? I’m a fan of reaping what you sow, we’ve taught our three children (all grown and in various stages of flying the coop) that you have to work hard to get what you want in life. BUT the most important thing we’ve tried to instill is that you can achieve ANYTHING, if you want it bad enough and work for it hard enough.
I took the first picture this morning as I was getting ready to write this blog.
If it’s worth having, then it’s worth giving all you’ve got to earn whatever your heart’s desire is. When our kids were younger, they used to tell us how weird their Dad and I were—and not just because of the usual generational differences (as only the young see them)—it was because we were still married and seemed to actually “like” one-another! Keeping a marriage healthy, happy, and functioning is hard work—but worth every bit of blood, sweat, and tears that goes into it. This August, we’ll celebrate our 32nd Anniversary…and Lord, just one look and that man still makes my heart stop!
He's still my Prince Charming after all these years.
I love the healing power of rain. It makes our gardens grow, the birds that flock to our yard sing (and the little peeper frogs, too), and sometimes I just have to go outside and raise my face toward the sky to drink in the life-giving power of the rain. When it’s a real thunder-bumper I stand inside and watch the show, but if there no thunder—just a downpour, I love to let it just pound on my head—OK maybe that’s where I’m not quite like everybody else, but it’s rejuvenating all the same!
I took the following picture on the way up to my Mom's house...it's off of Barrett Road, an 18th Carriage Road that is still used today. After a good soaking rain, the waterfalls are sooo happy.
A gift to all of us, if we but open our hearts to receive it. There are so many different kinds of love, love for a parent or grandparents, love for a child, love for your spouse or significant other, love of nature…the list goes on. On a lovely day like today, all I have to do is step outside our back door and be enveloped by the gardens we’ve created over the years, planting seeds, plants, laying bluestone for our patio, putting up the fence to keep our dogs from digging up all those seeds, plants, etc. that we’ve planted—and I can reap the rewards that all of the hard work and love 29 years of living here have sown.
This picture is from our yard later in the season, too early to snap it this year!
Just now my daughter and I were sitting on the front steps (no sun in the backyard just yet) soaking up the sun, communing with the Pansies, and I realized that life doesn’t get better than connecting with your children—no matter how old they are. I went shopping with our oldest son, compromising because I needed to pick up mother-to-be gifts for our daughter, and we needed beer to keep the men in my life happy while they dig up the old French drain around our house and pull out the old pipe and silted-up stones. He helped me pick out books for his niece or nephew-to-be. Our darling youngest came by with his girlfriend for Mother’s Day dinner, we don’t get to see them as often with their work schedule, so our kitchen table was full, with our daughter’s fiancé the only one missing from the group—he was working—and definitely missed.
We planted these pansies together a couple of weeks ago. They're really loving the pot on our front steps.
If I could sum all of my disjointed thoughts about Hope and other four-letter words up, it would be with a six-letter word—family: My reason for living, laughing, and loving life.
What other four-letter words can you think of that have made a difference in your life?