Reflections of 25 years

Reflecting again on 25 years of marriage,  as our anniversary approaches.  We want to make the day special by spending time together.  That does seem to slip away with marriage, children, jobs, life stuff.  Then where are we at.  Time has flown by and 25 years, where did they go? 

There is the good, bad, and ugly of marriage.  Times when I want to just choke him, and he could feel that way.  I doubt it but smile since I know he might get irritated with me??? why???

I need to remember the good times also.  When my incision after surgery was bleeding, he taped me up.  It did look like I was murdered, and the kids slept, until I went to the hospital.  That is a good memory now, afterwards.

"We should celebrate our anniversaries, as another year, we made it.  We did make a committment for life, to God, in those vows!"

Walking and A Poem

I walked to Church today, with a walker!  Well, rode in the car, then walked in and out.  Afterwards, even walked to eat out.
It is such a miracle to be able to get out of a wheelchair and walk, I started walking again three years ago.  I cannot explain it, but the grace of God.

Valentine’s Day comes around each year,
and it brings a certain realization
that this is a time for celebration
of the ones in our lives we hold most dear.

Valentine’s Day is a time to show
that we are certainly conscious of
the importance of the ones we love,
and of our desire to let them know.

We shouldn’t wait for Valentine’s Day
for an opportunity to express
our love, as well as our happiness,
through our actions and by what we say.

© Connie Arnold"

Friday Flashback

Thank you for all the encouraging comments to my son, for signing up to be a Marine.  I will support him.  When he worked out toughly with them,  he had a new confidence in himself.   Thanks again to all the Military service!

I will begin sharing my past life, for my children, since I plan to make this blog into a keepsake book for the kids.

I took my son to his band concert in middle school.  I drove the VW van with hand controls, when I stood up to transfer to the chair, I fell.  I could not get up, too weak. 

I was so proud and happy that my son was strong enough to pick me up.  Well, at least, help drag me out of the floor and get me into my chair.  I really was so estatic that he could pick me up!  Now I can be proud again as he is a Marine.

My Son A Marine!

My Son joined the Marines, I am so proud of him, but so sad as a Mom.  I love the Military, but not my son, given to the Military!   When he told me about the arrangements, if he were to be killed, I had some tears.   He does not leave for a long time, many things could change.  This is what he wants to do.  I will support him, quit trying to talk him out of it.  It is his life, I have to let him make his own decisions but as a Mom, it is painful.

Since I have complained, want to be selfish, unwilling to sacrifice my son.  We do need to think of what a sacrifice, our Heavenly Father made, with his Son! 

I do want to thank my fellow blogger at Krazy Monkey Tale for this lovely award.  I will pass it on to Beautiful Mess, for becoming my 200th follower.  I want to thank any who read this, I pass this award to all who reads this.

Monday Memories 1977

I began and ended my acting career, in a Christmas Play, Grandpa Hangs the Holly.  It was a bunch of fun with Karen, Terry and Carol.  I still have the same skinny legs.  Everyone assumes I have those chicken legs now, because I do not walk much.

I have not changed much in over thirty years, except aging, of course. This was before the MS.   I had a very active life of a young lady, chores, played softball, volley ball, piano, art, school, Church, etc.

Life is just ordinary and wonderful at the same time.  I finally figured out the boring stuff, like cleaning, is just a normal life.  Enjoy life whatever the circumstances are.

I am doing fine with my medication side effects, now that it is over, I hope!