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celebrating my husband

Celebrating my husband {Thankful Thursday}

(Photo by Cressy Goodwin.)

This is a post that I have been writing for some time now.  I wanted to write it, but I worried that it might be too painful for my friends and readers who are not as fortunate in this area of life as I am.  I decided that I am going to go ahead and publish it now because it is a gratitude that I carry every day.  If I always wait for a better time, it will never be done.  Therefore, today I am so very grateful for my husband.  I know that sounds corny and cliché, but I am.  I haven’t always had a great marriage, as I alluded to in a previous post.  Having had two disastrous marriages has made me really appreciate a healthy relationship.  And so I want to celebrate my husband today. Continue reading

College lessons

College lessons {Thankful Thursday}

Photo taken by Olivier Aumage.

Today is a gorgeous day, most likely the last hurrah of summer.  The sun is shining, a few puffy clouds drift are studying across the sky, and it is currently 75 degrees.  Medeina, my puppy, is frolicking in the yard chasing leaves, and the cat tries to chase the leash.  It is a time to just be.  I get to sit outside and write this post on my phone.  What better weather could I have for Thankful Thursday?  And to top it off, A’s teacher just called to tell me that she is having the best day she has had all year (after calling yesterday to say that she had been uncharacteristically difficult this week). Continue reading

self care person in the mirror

Self care: Who is this person in the mirror

Today I saw myself through a new set of eyes.  I have seen myself many, many times.  After 40 years, I think I am pretty familiar with what I look like.  I have blue, uneven eyes.  My resting face looks like a frown because I have a downturned mouth.  I seem to cock my head ever so slightly to the left, probably because my left shoulder sits higher than my right.  I have strong eyebrows, and my nose looks “perky” because I broke it when I was 12.  I am starting to develop lines across my forehead from furrowing my brow against the sun or while in deep thought. Continue reading