Last week my son and his family were visiting and I saw something that made me stop for a moment and reflect on the parents my son and daughter in law are and how their sons feel about them. Needless to say I am very proud of them. He and his wife impress me constantly with their strength in their relationship and their commitment to their children.
I know, you are wondering how this ties into the title. One day my son and daughter in law were going out and the boys were on the patio playing. Keep in mind that my patio is made of bricks. Not five minutes later they came back up the driveway for a forgotten item and the boys moved towards the driveway in excitement shouting Mama, Daddy figuring correctly that this was who they expected to see come around the last corner up the driveway.
Out of the car steps my son, the oldest grandson was making his way to the end of the patio when he saw his father coming towards him. He was literally jumping for joy that they were back. The youngest is 16 months and he is a handfull already. Well, this little guy was off and running, all the while shouting Daddy because he could see him coming. He ran into the rubber ball on the patio and went into a rolling tumble, head over heels. He came up from the roll, got to his feet, continued to run while still yelling Daddy. He greeted the boys and went into the house. They then turned their attention to the driveway looking for Mama and saw her still in the car, so they waved and shouted to Mama in the car, as if she had been gone for hours and not minutes.
I don’t really know how to express the heartfelt feelings I had when seeing such joy on the faces of the boys. I cannot imagine a better validation of how much those parents are loved, when you consider that the little one had rolled over a ball on a brick patio, had bump on his head and scratches on his arm but he never stopped to acknowledge it or ever paid attention to it. His goal was his parents.
I went into the dealer for the “check engine light”. Of course they asked about the gas cap but that wasn’t it. It was actually an upgrade to the computer that was needed. So I left with an upgrade and new brakes.
Which is good for you since you seem to think its perfectly fine to pull in front me of when just when I get close to your side road. This wouldn’t be a problem if you could find your gas pedal since I am coming at you doing 55 miles per hour. You can’t even tell me you can’t see me because it is dark out and my headlights are on. What are you thinking? Seriously. You know you never speed up enough and then get mad at me for coming up behind you fast. I wouldn’t think you were such a moron if there was a line of cars behind me but there isn’t. Its just me. I am pretty sure not all of you numb nuts are having an emergency so some of you must not be awake when you pull this stupid stunt.
So the next time you want to pull out in front of someone going 55, think about it first. Do you drive a 350Z, Corvette or any other car that has the ability to go from 0 to 55 in less than a minute? No, you don’t. I know because I get a close up view of you. And lastly, this is what you are teaching your children to do when they drive. So don’t give them attitude when they do it, they learned it from you.
I would just like to state for the record that I am content. I sometimes joke about the parts of my life that others don’t understand. If you don’t go to restaurants or movies all the time people think you are weird. My husband and I live a country life and are working towards becoming more self sustaining. It’s hard to explain to others who prefer shopping and restaurants instead.
I enjoyed learning how to can my own food and then create my own recipe to use it. I like the smell of dirt. Surprisingly, my favorite smell is fresh basil but lilacs come a very close second.
I’ve started the seedlings for some of the items we will grow this summer. Gardening is one of my favortite things to do. My husband is more of the harvester. He likes to monitor the growth of the plant and make sure they are insect free which works for me since he has more attention to detail. I would prefer to wing it, but I don’t think he could handle that. Not enough structure in winging it.
We have learned something so far this year in our garden. I appears that moles don’t like garlic since they dug around it to get wherever they were going. This is good to know.
By the way, if you come to my house for dinner and I say I like doing my dishes while we talk, don’t get up. Seriously, I mean it. I like doing dishes, yeah, I said it and I mean it. It isn’t a chore to me and having you shove yourself into me to get to the dishrag is just wrong. So please, next time, stay in your seat and lets continue our lovely chat.
Things are a-changin’ !
Time to get excited y’all!
Tonight I’m debuting my new secret project in all of it’s secret project glory. Check out Fit . Laugh . Love , my new blog site.
I’ve been really torn about the direction I’ve wanted to go with my blogging and where I’m taking it all. So torn, in fact, that I started a second blog to share random thoughts about…things. I kept looking at my two setups thinking about how discombobulated it all was. One of my favorite bloggers writes often about how bloggers should never, under any circumstances, start a second blog. Do one and do it well.
So that’s my focus. Writing a blog and doing it well and oh yea – being passionate about it. I realized that some of my favorite posts here have been about eating right and working out. I feel proud and I always want to share what I know with others to maybe inspire them to make some little fit life changes too. I really love the new site I’ve built and I hope that you all do too.
But I’m sure you’re dying to know what will become of this blog. Well, it won’t get lost in the world and the journey will continue on. My hilarious parents will be jumping in as guest authors indefinitely, taking on the task of writing about their happiness daily. Guess what, parents? It’s not as easy as it sounds😉 and be sure not to run over your internet quota out there!
This particular post is a lovely story of new beginnings. A new blog beginning for me. A new beginning/awakening in this blog. Here is to a new blog life for me and a new life to this one. Hurray!
Oh, and welcome, mom and dad, glad to have you here!
Did I mention that you should check out Fit . Laugh . Love ?
So as I mentioned before (or did I) I have this top secret project thing happening. Outside of that, I’m feeling pretty busy these days. Because of that, I’m taking a temporary hiatus on this blog. I love commenting on my daily wins but I don’t feel like this has been getting the attention needed to keep it interesting. I’m reassessing everything and working out my life schedule but don’t worry – I’ll be back soon and it will be great!🙂
Don’t judge me but I totally pulled something in my back while bowling with my parents tonight. Yea, I’m a winner. I’m sure it has to do with my horrible form (I suck at bowling) but I’ll just pretend it’s related to some outside source that’s just really not my fault at all.
I’m incredibly tired today and the games seemed to be going longer than anyone was used to but it was still nice to do something a little different during the week. Also, on account of being all grown-uppy, I of course don’t live with my parents so it’s nice to have some time to hang out with them.
I also happen to be excited about a new top secret project. It’s so top secret that no one knows what it is because I am going to surprise the woooooorld. This is funny because I say this and then it’s going to be this totally boring project that makes everyone go “Uuhhh… was that it?”
So hmm, maybe I shouldn’t have told you I have a secret project. Maybe if I don’t tell you, you’ll be more excited by way of complete surprise.
Okay, so forget what I said about the top secret project. That never happened. Just focus on the bowling.
“Happiness is a conscious choice, not an automatic response.” Mildred Barthel
I don’t know. Happiness seems to be pretty automatic when I eat chocolate. That’s just pure science.