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In sickness and in health

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"...to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part..." ~Traditional wedding vows
I think we've learned a thing or two about the sickness and health part over the past year.

I feel like Jim deserves a big big gold star after caring for me this week, with my sinus issues. I've gone from whiny to crying to congested to headache-y to everything this week. I've felt like such a wimp. And he's been such a pro.
He's gotten me medicine, juice, soup. He's taken great care of the dogs, not that he doesn't anyway, but this has been mostly on him this week. He's just been great.
Of course, the poor guy has had his own bouts with sickness this year, but unfortunately not




the kind that can be fixed with a little medicine, fluids and rest. :( 
On Monday, Jim has to go back for his second knee surgery in less than a year. And…

For the ones who can't be there

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Normally, I start my blogs with a quote. Nothing too terribly fancy, but to help set the tone.

Today, that seems a bit tricky.

See, today marks the anniversary of my grandfather's death and a particularly hard one for my mom.

She was a daddy's girl to the core. An only child, the apple of his eye and his little light. I imagine he called her his princess along the way, I'm not sure. By the time I came along, she was just "Lise" (pronounced lease) — the way he shortened Lisa.

But him? He was a rockstar in my world. Both of my grandfathers were. (And my dad continues to be!) They were farmers, manly men. Christian men. They were strong and they were stubborn. They were handsome. They were proud. And they were proud of me. They loved me fiercely and I loved them.

I've been lucky in my life. Until I was a freshman in college, I had all four of my grandparents with me. There were some scares and close calls — cancer, farm accidents and more — along the way, but it…

The first day of marriage — it's more than a wedding

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"Remember that your marriage is more important than your wedding."
- From Southern Weddings, Jan. 14, 2015
I've never understood the concept of a blow out wedding. Not that I condemn those who do that, but I just don't understand.

To me, a wedding should be a small occasion, with a few close family and friends.

Granted, that's just my opinion, but that's the beauty of a wedding — you can make it what you want.

And I want it small.

It's not just me, Jim is of the same opinion.

We don't want a big to-do. We want to have a good time. We want to bring together the absolutely most important people.

Not that others aren't important to us, it's not that at all. We just realize there has to be a limit. We want an intimate event and we've chosen a small locale. Together, that forces our guest down dramatically.

It's in the works — much too late for my dear momma :) — and it's tough! We know there are many important people to us, many we love a…

From a step-mom to be

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“I never wanted you here. You simply were never part of the plan. Growing up and dreaming of my family I never included you...” -An Open Letter to My Daughter's Stepmom
Some time back there was a letter circulating the web from a woman to her daughter’s new step mom. It talked about how much she desperately wanted to hate the new woman in her daughter’s life and how she had hoped she could, but she couldn’t. How much her daughter loved her new step mom and how great she was to the girl.
“In my mind you would be a terrible beast and my daughter would not want you to mother her at all, ever! I was hoping that you would be semi unattractive and prayed my daughter wouldn’t look up to you. Her daddy would know that he was setting for second best…Then you arrived.”
I read that letter. Those wonderful, sweet words and longed that such a letter would be crafted with me in mind.
For those of you who don’t know, I’m going to be a stepmom. I don’t plan on having the kids call me that, unless…