Every time I look at this picture of this smiling girl looking out across the mesa, sitting on an outcropping with her pony, Midge, and her pup, I return home.
“Where do babies come from?” Mom, in all her quirky and wonderful wisdom, had those tales covered for each stage of life. For the littles, her tales were many and delighted each one of us, no matter how often we heard her stories.
“So, what, just try it. C’mon, Honey!” My granddaughter challenged.
The tilt of her head, the gleam in her eyes, and the smile on her face was a dare all on its own.
To the world, you are a mother, but to your family, you are the world.unknown
“The future for me is already a thing of the past –
You were my first love and you will be my last”
― Bob Dylan,
“I don’t want to wait to get married! Let’s do it now!
Just a day or two before Christmas, a duplex on base caught on fire. The family with small children lost everything, including all the Christmas toys. In the spirit of giving, families wanted to help this family, so the little ones would still have Christmas gifts under their tree.
Yes, I have known for a while now, I lead an “exciting” life. More often than not, I have felt like that cliche spinster teacher that lives by herself in a house filled with stray cats, except in my case I have mini doxies. Even my own daughter calls me the crazy doxie lady. Sigh.
Home for me has several implications. It is doused in memories of the people and places that offer sweet memories of the past, joy in the moment, and all the promises for the future. Life was not perfect, by any stretch of the imagination. It was sometimes uneasy, and painful and raw; still, love found its way into my life and tangled my heart with many that I hold so dear. Deep within, I know I have been blessed with the love and companionship of family and friends. I have cherished them all.