Monday, August 26, 2013

the ache

A lot has happened in the last 7 days.
Most of which I chose not to share.

The house is quiet now while I do laundry and sob.
I think about the people whose bodies fill these clothes.

My love for them is unwavering.
And yet sometimes it hurts so much that I don't know if I can possibly love any more.

And then the ache inside my heart is forgotten because of a laugh, a smile or the simple question 'will you wipe my bottom.'

These kids.
My heart.

And the icing on the cake of the terrible terrible week - tomorrow school starts.
Someone save me.

How do I keep them here with me forever.
And ever.

Will they ever fully understand how desperately I wanted each of them?
Can they ever know how I have cried for them?

If I have it my way, it will stay deep down inside of me until my end.
So their days can be carefree.

There are so so many ways that I mess up.
I hope I don't look back and realize that I messed up on the love.

I truly believe that no one can ever fully understand the love of a mother.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Line Thoughts


I stopped at 7-11 and let Jena pick out a movie tonite.
We got a text with a free movie promotion, so I figured I should use it.

I had to laugh because about half way through the movie pickin out, there were two people waiting behind her.

I started thinking about my friend in real life and how she might be cussing us if she were standing behind Jena in that line.  Not cause she is a bad person but because she is an organized person.

I have to laugh about things like this.
And appreciate the differences of people.

For me, redbox is on the fly.
I didn't even know you could do it online before you went to the kiosk.
Why would I know that?

My dear organized friend has a plan.
And she figures stuff out in advance.
And she knows what road she is taking to get to that red box.

I don't normally know I am getting a movie until I drive past the machine.
And i usually have to do a uturn to get there.

Neither of us is wrong for how we handle the movie picking.
And we are still best friends even though we approach almost every single situation from a difference direction.

And that is what I love about life.
And friendship.

Why would I want to be friends with someone just like me?
And why wouldn't I give respect to someone that didn't agree with me on any topic - including difference in movie rental.

I am so thankful that we appreciate the differences of life.
And I am thankful to learn new things from my friends on a daily basis.

Even if I don't pre-order my redbox movies.


Line Thoughts


I stopped at 7-11 and let Jena pick out a movie tonite.
We got a text with a free movie promotion, so I figured I should use it.

I had to laugh because about half way through the movie pickin out, there were two people waiting behind her.

I started thinking about my friend in real life and how she might be cussing us if she were standing behind Jena in that line.  Not cause she is a bad person but because she is an organized person.

I have to laugh about things like this.
And appreciate the differences of people.

For me, redbox is on the fly.
I didn't even know you could do it online before you went to the kiosk.
Why would I know that?

My dear organized friend has a plan.
And she figures stuff out in advance.
And she knows what road she is taking to get to that red box.

I don't normally know I am getting a movie until I drive past the machine.
And i usually have to do a uturn to get there.

Neither of us is wrong for how we handle the movie picking.
And we are still best friends even though we approach almost every single situation from a difference direction.

And that is what I love about life.
And friendship.

Why would I want to be friends with someone just like me?
And why wouldn't I give respect to someone that didn't agree with me on any topic - including difference in movie rental.

I am so thankful that we appreciate the differences of life.
And I am thankful to learn new things from my friends on a daily basis.

Even if I don't pre-order my redbox movies.


Thursday, August 8, 2013

An Open Letter To Denise


Dear Denise,
 
I can't believe it has almost been two months since we last saw you!  So much has happened since then.  We've splashed and worked and slept and then we drove and drove and drove.
You crossed our minds as we traveled I35 (the road that just keeps giving) to and through your home state.
 
But enough of that mumbo jumbo.
I wanted to share with you my thrill of the day.
You see, I listened to you when we last barged through your door.
Not only did I walk away full of love for you and over a decade of friendship - I was also moved by your Mexican glassware collection.
When you opened your cabinet to show me the many sizes, shapes and colors there on the shelf, I was overcome by the realization that I too can have a little piece of glassware heaven!
 
I listened.
And I learned.
From the MASTER.
So for the last 2 mos, I have been into most every thrift store on the south side of this town, looking for the coveted piece of glass.
 
On the hunt for the vessel of my dreams.
 
And today was the day!
 
 
$1.
Uno.
ONE DOLLAR, BABY!!!
ONE DOLLAR!!!!
 
I still can't believe it.
 
 
So while I do not have enough to serve my family ice cold lemonade while lounging poolside on this hot Texas day, I do have one.
One piece of Mexican glassware.
That brings me joy.
And hope.
And excitement for the future of my Mexican glassware collection.
And all because I listened to the master.
 
 
We hope to see you and your beloved soon.
And we love you.
Kathy