Celebrate Your Mid-Life!

When I was 48, my husband and I became empty nesters.   As much as I loved raising our children, I was looking forward to this next stage in my life when I could start living again. This raised the question, though, hadn’t I been living all along? Well, not exactly. I had been living for my children and invested in raising them and caring for my husband, instead of investing in myself. After all, isn’t that what motherhood is all about anyway?

I felt that my ‘job’ was all but finished by the time my fourth child moved out of the house and onto her studies at college. Even though, I realized that I was still going to be needed, my 24/7 gig was behind me and I could then focus on myself and my husband. My husband didn’t share the same ideal of his job being behind him; he still felt that 24/7 responsibility more so than I did. So, while I was ready to move beyond, he was still lagging behind in the parental mode.

Some would refer to that ‘mid-life thing’ to be a crisis, but my girlfriend and I were discussing it and she referred to it as a ‘mid-life awakening’. I prefer awakening so much more than crisis. Because in thinking back, I experienced an awakening to all of the possibilities around me. I began to look at what could be, as opposed to the limitations of time, and physical ability and money.

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Many people go through these mid-life awakenings in their lives and they begin to branch out in ways that are uncharacteristic for them up to that point. For instance, I had always wanted a convertible. So, when the situation opened up and I saw it as a possibility rather than the limitation – I got my convertible. While my daughter called it a mid-life crisis – I saw it as a fulfillment of a long time dream. I began to awaken to the opportunity of owning a convertible because I no longer needed the van or an SUV because my children were all out of the house. The fact that my daughter never knew that I had always wanted a convertible gave way to her thinking that I was having something of a crisis and trying to recapture my youth. While the convertible offers me a feeling of freedom when driving with the top down and letting the wind blow through my hair, it in no way recaptures my youth because I can appreciate it so much more with the life experiences I’ve had to this point in my life.

This awakening comes at a point in our lives when what we’ve known for many years is giving way to the unknown future which earns the term – mid-life. Typically, the years between 25 – 50, are given to raising children, and the years following are considered the retirement years. However, retirement customarily doesn’t occur until our sixties sometimes even our seventies. So what do we do between the years of 50 – 60/70, while we’re still working and we don’t have the 24/7 responsibilities at home? We do all the things that we’re able to do while we have the flow of income and our body is still able to do it. Sometimes that looks as though we are trying to recapture something that we’ve missed out on – as though we are having a crisis. Truth is the opportunities just happen to be ripe for the picking……and we’re picking them! Pick the fruit of opportunity in your life while you can!

I hope that you are able to experience a mid-life awakening! Allow yourself to participate in your own life rather than being a spectator, sitting on the sidelines. Go out and make something happen! You’re not having a crisis – you’ve just awakened to your life and all the open doors available to you!

Thanks for stopping in! Be Blessed – but more than that – be a blessing to others!

Peace,
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Off We Go Into the Wild Blue Yonder!

The Canadian Snow Birds Airshow was here in Owensboro this weekend. I didn’t get to watch them except for today. It was amazing to watch these formations and routines that they carry out for our viewing pleasure!

As they dive one toward the other only to have one flip over and slide under the other as they fly by at 600 miles per hour, I suck my breath in waiting to see the crash, but somehow – the crash never happens. They turn their smoke jets on behind them and make a giant heart with the smoke – to let us know that they appreciate our support in coming out to watch them.

The sky is their playground and it’s an incredible sight to see. It’s as though these planes are telling a story with their winding and waving back and forth and all around. The engines roaring and soaring bring tears to my eyes knowing the pleasure of the day can turn into tomorrow’s work of a different kind for those planes and their pilots. Perhaps not for these exact planes and pilots, but for those that are quite similar.

As we walked up, the loud-speaker was announcing that the pilot finishing up his show was 75 years of age. Back in the day, perhaps it was the Korean War where he began his flying career. I’m sure he didn’t master those stunts then when he was concentrating on merely staying alive and getting the job done!

The F-18 Hornet was impressive. The fly by just shy of breaking the sound bearer was almost unbearable to take. My insides trembled as I bent over because it seemed so close it could take my head off, but realizing that the sound was seconds after the plane had flown past and that it was long gone by the time the sound affected me. Crazy awesome!

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As the Snow Birds flew in formation only to split in multiple directions – I felt it was a prayer of sorts to cover all of us from all walks of life. Such gratitude I felt watching them. So reverent were the formations and flyovers. Very ceremonious were they in the patterns of flight. Standards held at their highest. Perhaps we can learn something from that. If we carried ourselves and performed with the highest of standards in mind, what a difference this world could be.

I can’t post this without giving a shout out to my nephew, Chris Corley!  He’s in the United States Air Force!  He knows these planes and has been up in many of them.  I am very proud of him and all that he has accomplished in his military career!

What a fun afternoon spending it downtown with the city of Owensboro. Thank you, Owensboro, for giving this to us – for free – for our enjoyment. I truly did enjoy it and I hope the city of Owensboro is as grateful as I am for such an opportunity!

Thanks for stopping in and I truly hope you have a blessed day!

Peace,
Ann

Featherbed Tied in the Middle

What is it about our weight that keeps us obsessed about it? I had lunch with my friend this afternoon and we were talking about our weight and how frustrated we are with the fact that we are not where we want to be. As we sat there, she had a grande margarita and we both had two soft shell tacos with pico de gallo and sour cream, and we talked about how frustrated we were about our weight the whole time. I finished my tacos and leaned back stating that I felt like a featherbed tied in the middle. After explaining what I meant – we both had a good laugh.

I then went onto my doctor’s appointment. Realizing that I weigh more than I have ever weighed in my life. And as I sit here eating M&M’s and drinking another beer, I can’t understand what my problem is with my weight. I’m working out – why can’t I lose the weight??

The nurse practitioner wasn’t too concerned with my frustration at my weight. She was more concerned with what beer I liked to drink. But what did she know – she weighed all of 110 lbs. and that is probably stretching it.

In talking with my sister tonight, I’m pondering the whole “just accept who I am” factor and go with it. She is the master of camouflage and I’m thinking I can learn a thing or two from her. We are built differently and I feel as though I am bigger all over than she is. But still, I could learn from her, I’m sure!

So in conclusion, I believe the best thing for me is to keep working out – simply to keep healthy and learn to accept myself for who and what I am….in all aspects! That’s just important for me overall! After that – it’s about carrying myself with the dignity of a decent human being. Perhaps, I need to learn to shop for clothes that can camouflage a little better.  Just thinking…..

Oh – and by the way – in case you’re wondering…….it’s Bud Light! 😉

Blessings –

Ann  🙂

 

Peanuts or Sour Grapes?

There are many types of people in this big world, however, I would like to focus on two types in particular. The givers and the takers. What I mean, specifically, are the energy givers and the energy suckers.

Have you ever been at a party and observed these two types of people walk into the room? Immediately, there is a change in temperature.

The energy giver offers the room a warm embrace sending electric shock-waves through the crowd. The room begins to buzz with the life that has simply brightened the room with a welcoming smile.

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To observe the energy sucker is quite a different experience. The newcomer offers no smile, or at best, a smirk. They seem curt and short of temper. Their greetings are clipped and their stance is usually one of self-preservation. There is a chill that surrounds them. Any energy that was buzzing moments ago is now, somehow, drawn from the room and the tail-end of it can be seen skipping out of the doorway.

Now I’m not sure if the energy sucker was born this way or simply molded into being off-putting. Their conversations are steeped in negativity and they actually think they are funny when they insult another person.

Please don’t misunderstand me – the energy sucker is not always unpleasant. In fact, oftentimes, they don’t even realize that they are being a vacuum for all of the positive energy in the room. They are plainly in their own world and we are just visitors. They are not in need of positive energy, in that the energy they bring is their own, and that seems to be sufficient. They don’t know they are literally draining the room of the life it once contained.

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The energy giver brings with them a gift…. the gift of themselves. This person becomes a conduit for energy to enter into their being, be charged, then they return it to the room as a positive, life-giving vibration!

Many times the energy sucker is a kill-joy, while the energy giver emits joy to those surrounding them. We’ve all heard the expression, “Birds of a feather, flock together”, well, this explains the energy sucker to only a degree. In that misery loves company and the energy suckers will tend to navigate towards one another. Unless, that is, if someone in the group happens to be a much more negative individual and begins to infringe on one of the other in the group. Then that person will often find a group of life-givers and begin interacting enough to draw the energy from them.

I truly don’t believe that the suckers really know themselves well enough to even acknowledge what they are doing. While the life-givers are fairly self-aware and are conscientious of stealing another’s thunder!

There is an energy sucker out there that can be mistaken for a life-giver. They want so badly to be life-givers that they put on a happy face and try to become as warm as they can manage. They surround themselves with life-givers and try to imitate their way of interacting with others. However, a tragic turn of events takes place when they begin speaking. Often, they turn the conversation to themselves to the point that it begins to slowly drain the vibration from the group as the dialog sheds light on the negative aspect of the closet life sucker!

I’d like to think of myself as an energy giver. However, I know that there have been times when I have not been so much and have allowed myself to be a sucker of the life around me. I have tried to be conscientious of that pitfall and focus on others more! I do have a smile that I hope conveys the warmth that I wish to give others!

What do you think? Are you a life giver or life sucker? What about the people with which you surround yourself – life suckers or life givers? How do you deal with the life-suckers in your life?

Thanks for dropping in – let me hear from you! Take care and be blessed!

Peace,
Ann

Crazy Bag Lady

Crazy is what you call a person who signs on with yet another Direct Selling Company, because she did so well with the others that she was compelled to make a million dollars in this one!  I’ve not had a lot of luck with Direct Sales – I really haven’t .  And apparently, I need to be reminded ever so often by joining a Direct Selling Team – and then – being slowly put out of business for lack of business.   But I’ll hand it to myself – I love the products that I’m selling!!  Each time, I have signed on with a company, it’s been because I simply loved the products – and this time is no different!  I love the bags and totes that Thirty-One Gifts offers.  I want one in every size and pattern!

When going to my first 31 party, I was not so thrilled with the bags.  I didn’t think much of it, to tell you the truth.  However, I’ve been carrying my lunch thermal for about 8 years now – and I absolutely love it.  It’s still functional and stylish, and it hasn’t become all ratty looking!  My daughter is still carrying her zip-top organizing bag and it is still in perfect shape!

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I fell in love with the 31 products when I was living with family and friends before finding our house here in Owensboro.  When you are living out of a suitcase with very little space, you need to figure out a way to be neat and keep your clothes from getting dirty and wrinkled.  I didn’t have drawers to put my clothes in and I had little hanging space.  Therefore, keeping it neatly folded in my suitcase was proving to be a challenge!

That’s when I went to my first Bingo Party with Thirty-one gifts!  I had noooo intention of buying a thing, but I won at bingo!  How do you say no – after winning at bingo.  So – I found a few things that I thought I could put a purpose to and something that didn’t cost too much – and placed my order.

Even when I received my first Cube and my Large Utility Tote, I wasn’t quite sure what I was going to do with them.  Then I realized that they would make the perfect drawers for me while I was in between houses!  They were PERFECT and I couldn’t have been more pleased!

The second Bingo that I attended found me falling in love just a little bit more.  By the third visit – I was hooked and wanted it all!  The thermals, the totes and the cross-body handbags!!  They are sooo stylish and oh, so, organized!  I love them and they go with everything!  But it still doesn’t stop me from wanting one in every color or pattern that they offer.  My favorite right now is the Everything Crossbody!  I have it in the striped blue.  It is huge without looking huge – and it holds everything that I could possibly need to carry with me.  I can crossbody it – or shoulder hold it.  It even has a strap for carrying it by hand.  The pockets are deep and wide.  There is not another one that I would ever need, truly!

I’m pretty partial to my Large Utility Tote also.  However, I’m anxious to get the smaller utility tote.  It would be perfect to take to the lake or to the beach on vacation.  I can think of a dozen uses for it!  And don’t even get me talking about the Thermals!  That around the clock thermal bag looks positively awesome!  It’s just perfect for that picnic or a concert on the lawn or something!  The perfect size too!

My original plan was to do online parties only, but would love to do more with it, if I can.  So, my goal is to continue earning more product – and just have fun with it!  If you want to know more about it – please check out the website www.thirtyonegifts.com – then go to Shop – then to Current Catalog and it will bring up a catalog you can flip through as though you were sitting there holding it!  Awesome!!

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If you’re interested, please leave me a message with your email and I’ll get in touch with you!  Let me know if you have any questions!

Have a great day – thanks for popping in for a visit!

Have a Blessed Day,
Ann

Enlighten me, Please!

Something has been on my mind lately and I hope that I can string the words along just right so that I can make sense of it – for me – as much as for you!

I’ve been thinking about lighting and how it makes a difference in how we view our world. For instance, a woman looks as though she is ‘washed out’ with no makeup on in dim lighting, but move her into brighter lighting, and she could look like a ‘lady of the night’ with way too much makeup! Although, if you move her into extreme bright lights – like those of a stage setting – she becomes washed out again.

In the bright setting of a church – our sins stand exposed and our souls a little tarnished against the white light of Christ – however, in the murky lighting of bars and nightclubs – our sins blend and become masked by the shadowy surroundings.

We often think that we are being judged by the members of the church, but the truth of that is that we are comparing ourselves to the Light of Christ when we sit in His House, and we become our own judge. The beautiful thing about this analogy is that when Christ turns His light on us – our sins become ‘washed out’ like the woman’s makeup on stage – and all we’re left with is the memory of our sin. In turn – coming out of the nightclub into the light of day, our sins are once again exposed and we’ve got no choice but to identify them for what they are.

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The knots of a couple’s tangled web of frustrations, arguments, and misunderstandings in an evening can often become untangled and sorted out in the light of the day.

When we allow the darkness to seep in – life changes and we begin to take on a new persona from living in the light.

Man loves the darkness because it hides his transgressions, however – darkness brings a certain death – whether to the soul or to the intellect or to the body itself. Only light can spring forth life.

Light can open the mind to see further than it’s ever been able to see. Darkness stunts the vision. Light sheds ignorance, and replaces it with knowledge. There is hardly anything so desolate as a mind that refuses enlightenment, unless you are speaking of the soul. Regardless, the both of them will die in the absence of light.

Interestingly, you would think that having written this – a person would vow to live only in the light. But it seems, that we are drawn toward a certain amount of darkness. Even if we do vow to live in the light – it doesn’t mean that we will never venture to the darkness. Try as we might, I believe the darkness calls us and we can become powerless at times. Is this the effect of Original Sin? I would like to think I live in light, but I know that I fail, and darkness wins. Perhaps, I need to stay more firmly rooted in the light, whatever that means for my soul, my intellect or for my body. Maybe then I wouldn’t fall so far and I could have a faster recovery time. Regardless, I desire to live more conscientiously in light. I think that has to be my first step.

Thank you for reading…drop me a thought or too if you care to share!  Keep smiling and keep it on the lighter side of life! 😉

Peace,
Ann

A Rainy Day Contemplation

You know the saying, “Wouldn’t you rather say – I’m glad I did rather than I wish I had!” Well, I’ve been thinking of that lately….and I’m just not sure that the consequences are always worth the lack of regret from the statement – “I am glad that I did that”.

You see, there are consequences to our behavior – no matter what decision we make. For instance, I decided to stay home and work rather than going back to school and obtaining my degree. Both of these decisions had different outcomes – had I gone back to school, I would have received a degree and hopefully gone to work making a decent living, although, I was making a decent living by working and not receiving my degree. However, I might not have decided to marry so early in life, and perhaps, I might have discovered a whole different part of myself and decided that I needed to marry someone different from the person I married after staying home and not going back to school.  Neither decision is a bad decision, but both actions, may – at some point – lead to the “What if’s” of life.

There have been decisions that I have made that I sometimes wish that I had not chosen that particular action – however, without a shadow of a doubt – had I not chosen that action – I would have wondered the rest of my life what would have come from it had I chosen the action. Now, I don’t wonder that – but I kind of regret the action. How do you escape it? I don’t think you do…

The whole point to this mindless drivel is that decisions lead to ramifications and depending on your level of commitment to that decision – those ramifications may bring about regret. Regardless of your actions – you could possibly say to yourself – “MAN, I sure wish I had not done that!” However, on the flip side – you could just as easily say to yourself, “I wonder where I would be right now if I had done that!”

Any decision can change the course of your life – or not – but regardless there will be consequences. You just need to be aware of what the outcome may be and decide if you are willing to accept life as it happens – because regret can come on either side of any decision.

Well – this is my musing for the day!  Thanks for stopping in – be sure to leave a comment if something strikes you!  May you have a blessed day! 🙂

Yours truly,

Ann

A Spoonful of Laughter, Can Cure What Ails Ya!

Let’s talk a minute about laughter. It’s been on my mind a lot lately. They say that laughter is the best medicine. And Audrey Hepburn professed that it was her favorite thing to do. I must say – that I agree with both of those statements! I love to laugh and I love to be with people who make me laugh! However, it is apparent to me that I don’t get enough of it in my life. I woke myself up the other night laughing in my sleep. I’m chuckling now just thinking of how surprised I was. I don’t think I’ve ever done that before! And the other day, at my desk, I found myself laughing at something that in and of itself was not funny, but struck me and I was just laughing out loud.

Laughter can be like that though. Have you ever been in church and you’ve gotten a case of the Holy Giggles? That’s when you start to laugh about something and you cannot, for the love of God, stop laughing. When I get together with my friend, Donna, we laugh. That’s just what we do. All we have to do is say something little, and to someone else sitting there, it might not be so funny, but to us – it’s hysterical. We just ‘get’ each other so well, that we can find the humor in just about anything. We can spend a good five minutes on laughing. The harder we laugh – the harder we laugh! I remember one time when we got on the phone with each other and something was said that didn’t have anything to do with anything, but it sent us on a giggle-fest. I was half way home from work by the time we straightened ourselves out to be able to have our conversation. I don’t even know what it was, but I laugh to myself just thinking about it.

I have another friend, Shannon, who is just downright funny. It’s the way her brain works or something. She’s quite intelligent and maybe that’s why, because she can go in a direction that I would never think to go, then it comes out of her mouth and it is absolutely hilarious.

My husband can make me laugh, but I’ve gotta be honest, I don’t laugh that pure belly hurting laughter with my husband that I can with my girlfriends! And I’m in need of some good ole doubled over – gonna wet my pants kind of laughter! With all of this moving and house business, I’ve not had any time to be to get my dose of therapeutic laughter like I get when I’m with friends.

There is a group of girls that I have the privilege of having in my life and being a part of – they can take laughter to a whole new level. The Queens of Edaco have an unwritten rule that there has to be laughter at every get together. It comes naturally with these girls and we always have so much fun. It cures what ails ya, that’s for certain!

Well, anyway, I think laughter is key in a person’s life – and when you don’t have enough of it – you begin to wilt like a flower without the sun – and I’m wilting. I know I’m not getting enough in my life – I sure hope that you are! So, as soon as this move is complete – I’m going in search of some much needed girlfriend time so that I can fix what’s ailing in me – and get my spoonful of laughter medicine! 

Thanks for dropping in – May you be blessed today –

Yours truly

Ann

The Final Piece of the Puzzle

We are coming down to the final pieces of the puzzle for this move to be complete. Today, we close on our new house! We closed on our house in Lexington earlier this week, we completed the walk through and talked with the contractor to start work on our bathroom, and we close today. The light at the end of the tunnel is close enough to touch, but just far enough out of reach that leaves us with a small amount of anxiety.

The night before we closed on our Lexington home, Allen and I went up and spent the night in our empty home on an air mattress. We bought a six-pack of beer and a bag of popcorn – and that was our supper. We packed the few remaining items in the truck and settled in for our last night at 597 Cecil Way. I wish I could say we reminisced and went through memories in a real romantic way, but it didn’t happen that way. We were worn out and it was all we could do to finish the beer and go to bed. But that’s okay, I was still grateful to have that last night at the house.

The next morning was spent going from room to room checking out the closets and making sure that nothing was left. It’s amazing the amount of things that had not been seen to yet. Haha – and I thought we were done! Allen’s truck was pretty packed by the time we were leaving the house. Pulling out of the driveway was particularly difficult. Knowing that it would be the last time we would be on the property as owners – the next time, if there would be a next time – it would be as guests. Pretty incredible feeling after 20 years.

I have to tell you that meeting the couple that were buying our house was very nice. They were excited, and even through the tears, I was happy for them. We talked, as we waited, and they remind me so much of our little family when we moved into that house. We told them stories of the house and laughed about the different things the kids had done, and Mrs. Buyer was telling similar stories that she anticipated her children doing in the house, as well. She assured me, in her enthusiasm, that she would love my home, and it wouldn’t be long before it became her home and was no longer mine. And, I am excited for her! When she left the closing, she said she was going over there to the house, and I couldn’t help being excited for her, knowing it was theirs now, and she could begin making it home for her family! I’m happy for my neighbors, after saying a tearful goodbye, I was able to let them know that they would soon find friends in their new neighbors, and I was happy for them that the couple were such good people for my house and my neighbors! Mrs. Buyer and I even shared a hug before we left the closing, and she promised not to cut down the dogwood trees – so it’s all good!

We are to give the owners of the house we are buying seven days to move out of the house after closing, but the hope is that they’ll be out by Easter Sunday. We are beginning to switch over all of our addresses now from 597 Cecil Way to 2227 St. Mark Court. I love it! I love seeing the new address with our name just above it! We renewed our driver’s license with our new address, and by the end of the day, we will no longer be homeless, but will have a place to lay our head that will have our name on it. I couldn’t be more excited!

Last night we completed the walk through, and we met with a contractor to begin work on our master bathroom. It’s a tiny bathroom, and he’s opening it up for us a little. I can’t wait to begin putting our stamp on this home. For months, I’ve been pinning decorating ideas from Pinterest. Looking for ways to consolidate space and increase storage in the smaller areas. I have gotten to where I call this “My Little House” because it is a bit smaller than the one in Lexington, and I’m thrilled! I just have to be wise in the way I use the space! Yesterday while we were waiting for the realtor to come let us into the house, I found a four-leaf clover in the yard. I thought that was a pretty good sign for us!

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I must give a shout out to family and friends that have hosted us at various times throughout these last four months. What a blessing you have been for us – and we couldn’t be more grateful! We have learned from you and your generosity is not lost on us. We will never be able to pay back what you have given to us, but we will spend our time trying! Thank you so much for your loving hospitality. We always felt at home – in your home!

The next time I write, I will be writing from my house here in Owensboro. I am tickled at the thought. This weekend is Easter, and we’ll be going to Louisville to spend it with our children, when we return, it is our hope that we’ll be spending our first night in the new home! YAY! 🙂

Thank you for taking the time to read – please feel free to comment! I love the feedback!

Be blessed and have a Happy Easter, y’all!

Yours Truly,

Ann

Every Ending Leads to a New Beginning

“SOLD” the sign boasts – displayed in the front yard of our Lexington home. Emotions are stirring.

For over twenty-five years, I have been wanting to make this move – back to our hometown, however, now that it’s here and becoming a reality – I find that my heart is breaking a little.

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The dogwoods will be blooming soon after we leave and the new people take possession. Our Mary Statue will no longer be greeting the Clay’s Mill traffic. This house, this address, this location will no longer be our home – we won’t be welcomed to walk in as though it were ours for the last 20 plus years. We shall be saying goodbye – not only to that house, but to Mary Queen of the Holy Rosary, to Chili’s on Man O’War, to friends we love so much – to Lexington. WOW….it’s a little overwhelming.

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I’ve been living now in Owensboro for the last four months, working and living with family and friends. I am quite excited about our new house and settling down, however, knowing that as I write this, there is a U-haul truck sitting in my driveway awaiting the contents of my house, and when I walk into it this evening, it will be all but barren, leaves me with a heartbreak that has caught me off guard.

This is the home that raised our four children. This is where they fought, bled, laughed and loved. From skinned knees to skinned hearts, that home has been witness to it all. The memories are not packed in the many boxes that lay strewn through the house, but rather packed in our hearts. I know this, and I tell myself this, never the less, my heart breaks at the finality of it. No more Thanksgivings or Christmases in that kitchen playing Hawaiian Rummy or dominoes, but rather in the new house – in the dining room. HA – I’ve never had a dining room before!

This new home won’t be the home belonging to my children. It will belong to their father and me. It’ll be our home. The familiarity that they have with the house in Lexington will not carry over with the furniture and the boxes. Although, what will carry over is the laughter that we will share and good feelings that will be created in the new house. The new arrivals of loves and lives – we pray! A new house to host the growth and changes that we have in store for us in our lives.

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We started this journey knowing what the outcome would be for us. The end of one chapter and the beginning of another chapter. As we come down to the final hours of it all, I shouldn’t be surprised by my emotion, but regardless, I am surprised. I will allow myself the indulgence to cry it out, because I know when we put our key into the door of our new home, I won’t be crying that day. I’ll be walking through the door of anticipation at all the beautiful new memories to be made and shared within those walls.

Life is full of love and heartbreak. I would like to think that the little breaks in our heart, with the array of colorful images, eventually, will make a beautiful mosaic heart in which to offer our Creator at the end of our life. This transition from one home to another has given dimension to my heart in a way that it didn’t have six months ago. I wonder what the next six months will have in store for my heart…. I am hopeful! 🙂

May your day be blessed, thank you for reading,

Yours truly,

Ann