A Glimmer of Hope

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I went to brush my teeth the other morning and saw a sprout growing out of my sink drain. One little stem, with one little leaf, all alone, in a place where it should not be growing. I took it as a sign and found it inspirational.  The audacity of that little sprout to grow without soil where it would likely be plucked and thrown away was a refreshing reminder that all hope is not lost. Despite the awful things going on in our country at the moment there is still hope that we can change things for the better. There are good things happening but they don’t dominate the news cycles like stories that get our knickers in a twist, and generate page clicks with outraged comments.  I specifically look for and share uplifting stories when I find them. I have decided to attempt to save the sprout and plant it in proper soil and see what it becomes. My wife thinks I am crazy and it’s probably a weed. We’ll see, if we can save it, what it becomes. In the mean time, I will share my spark of renewed hope with whoever would like to partake. Let’s hang in there, I think some good things are going to happen.  🙂 Now I intend to get tickets and lose myself in some Downton Abbey. Cheers!

If I Could Turn Back Time

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I would multiply and hold onto precious moments spent with you a little bit longer…

Time is so much more fleeting than we realize.

I wasn’t ready for you to marry and start a family of your own.  I knew it would change our relationship and I’ve never been very good at sharing…

If I’m honest… I grieved a little, okay a lot.

I thought maybe there wouldn’t be any more precious moments for us…

But then your son was born and you allowed me to be there in the delivery room to share in your joy, and it was an amazing experience.

Lil girl, you now have a lil girl too, and perhaps one day you will know exactly how I feel?

I will forever remember fondly our week long camping trip, just us girls and how you gleefully hopped us every chance you got in the Trouble game.

A college visit home when the house was full and we said you would bunk with us, only to watch you run and hop right in the middle of our king size bed laughing as you staked your claim on mattress space.

You were always an imp!

A full week of just you and me time when you were a teenager will always be special to my heart. Chicken Caesar Salad please (No Ladybugs)

Time and space separate us presently and it’s hard to partake in each other’s lives…

But I know going forward that our moments, when we can manage them, will be different…but no less precious.

©Dani Heart 4/12/19  (For Lil Girl)

My Almost Weekend Coffee Share

Morning coffee in one of my favorite cups that Noelle painted for me

I say almost weekend because it’s Thursday, but I had to look that up. The days are flying by lately and I am having trouble keeping up.

If we were having coffee you might marvel at how I made something almost as good as Starbucks right here at home.  You might ask what I use, and I would proudly extol the virtues of Peet’s Major Dickason’s Blend and real not artificial cream, and Stevia.  You’d ask about it being iced instead of hot, and I’d probably wax on about how it’s rarely cool enough in my neck of the woods to drink hot coffee. Which may or may not lead to an over share regarding menopause.

I’d ask you how life is treating you? What interesting things have you done for entertainment lately? I might talk about my job. How fun it is to be back in the restaurant industry after all these years.  I would say how happy I am to have a job where I am up and moving around, but might lament that some days I am pretty tired and sore after a busy shift.  I would say, regardless I wouldn’t trade it because it’s the good kind of tired and sore.

You might tell me your a Pepper too. Which would probably lead to frenzied conversation about why we signed up for this during one of the busiest months of the year.  Which would definitely lead right smack dab to our connection to one blog famous little Dino.  We’d laugh at how easily we succumbed to her enthusiastic persuasion.  We might exchange some inspirational blog post ideas to help each other get through.

We’d laugh and laugh about the craziness that is life.  We’d notice our watches and each in turn realize we had to get back to it. We’d hug, say our goodbyes. Promise to do this more often, and mean it, even though the goal is unrealistic.  Then walk away going over our mental lists of everything we needed to get back to. 🙂