Hello again and I hope this finds you well. Today here in Sunny Phoenix we have been having a lot of rain. I actually have to wear long sleeves at work.
Well I have been writing about love being a choice. I have five children and I
have been watching them grow up. So far I have three of them married and as they quarrel with their spouce, I remind them to take a step back, breath and try to remember why the fight started in the first place. It is easy to fall in love. It is easy to not see someone’s fault in the beginning of the romance. But it is not as easy after you are married to accept them with their faults later on. It is not as easy to forgive when you get hurt. These are choices we make and what makes or breaks a marriage.
Thanksgiving was over and Kristina and her husband and son had to go back to Oklahoma, but I still had four kids living around by me. So the fun continued with decorating the Christmas tree and making Christmas cookies.
Erik and Betsy had moved into their own apartment by the college they were going to and Jessica and Zack bought a house so it was fun going to their
houses to have little Christmas parties.
The New Year came and in February Kristina had her baby girl, little Madilynn Sierra. I loved going to OKC to see and hold this new grandchild. My family was growing and this was something to be excited about.
In April my own grandmother turned 95 yrs old. A lot of us met her at my cousin’s house in Indiana for a little party to celebrate this wonderful event.
This woman, my grandma, is amazing to me. She still bakes cookies, and rides a three wheel bike and I guess because of my father in law with his
Alzheimer’s so young and a lot of my patients with so much dementia at a much younger age I am excited at her mobility and mind.
I have such fond memories of growing up on the farm, milking the cows, feeding the chickens and helping with the garden. She has been an inspiration to me all my life. I want to grow up just like her. My grandpa, God rest his soul, use to let me drive the tractor and play in the hay loft. Kittens surrounded the barn and of course they had a dog to help gather up the cows.
I remember writing to my grandma when I was a young mother raising five
children. There was no dishwasher, and I made three meals a day with all the vitamins and vegetables that kids were suppose to have. It took so much of my time. Of course I had floors to wash and clothes to wash and baths to give. I would be so worn out by the end of the day. I wrote and told my grandma how busy my days were and she responded telling me that these were the best days of my life and in time I will miss them. Of course when you are in the middle of your life, busy with no time to breath you don’t see that. In fact you don't believe that these days will ever end. But once they grew up and I had an empty nest, I reflected on what she told me and she was right.
Those were the best days of my life and I do miss them. Maybe that is why I have an open door policy at my house. I have five bedrooms and whenever it comes the time for a kid to move back home for whatever reason, the door is always open with room for them. That is why I call the mess and noise from them signs of life. When they are all out of the house it stays clean and quiet.
But when the grandkids come over for me to babysit or the kids come by
for a meal and the place gets messed up and it is so noisy that you can’t hear the TV on, it is signs of life.
Well my grandma has lost grandpa many years ago and will see him some day in heaven, but all five of her children are still alive. What a blessing to have them and lots of her grandkids and great grandkids at her birthday party.
Well I think I am going to stop here. Just remember that to make a friend you have to be a friend first. And to keep your love alive you have to be willing to work at it. A flower does not grow if you stop giving it water. Be
creative, be understanding, and be compassionate. The hardest and most rewarding job you will ever have is keeping your love alive. Now go tell someone you love them and give them a romantic kiss.
I am the Author
a wife, a mother, a grandmother, and still believe in the power of love &