bad- went to dentist and Lauren had cavity and the bill was $308
good- we have dental insurance now!
bad- found out the owner of all of the land in all of Southhaven passed away
good- we are showing our house today to a couple from Dallas that loves it
bad- the home that we liked on Bellavista has a contract on it (i knew it wouldn't last!)
good- going to virginia; such sweet friends taking the girls for a few days
bad- i have soooo much to do today!!!!!!
good- josh got his relocation $ check and it was larger than expected
bad- it is so dang HOT here!!
(I actually emailed this to my Mom... to vent a bit, I suppose. Love ya, Mom.)
My Mom's birthday when we were away was filled with sadness and happiness as well. I can say I am getting pretty good at carrying around an assortment of emotions lately. The bag sometimes gets heavy, indeed. My almost 90-year old Grandma (my Dad's mom) had a band of heavenly angels come take her Home that morning. When we got home I booked a ticket for her memorial service in Virginia. There wasn't any question that I wanted to be there to celebrate her beautiful life.
Grandma was so loved and we all were unconditionally loved by her. She was one of the loveliest ladies I knew and had a pure sweetness that oozed from every bit of her. With strength and a firm faith- she raised SIX children. All those that had the honor and privilege to be a part of her life, were blessed. She loved a good time; whether with a fishing pole, a game of a golf, a good meal with a few of her many friends, and used to always use to ask me if I was "keeping my brushes wet"... like she always did with immense joy. She was this tremendously gifted artist that will forever inspire me. And she was certainly a woman of grace and style, whether wearing her beautiful Bahamian jewelry or in a pair of her favorite comfy Tretorn sneakers. My heart will always carry her sweet love and my memories of her are tenderly held close.
The memorial was full of her artwork, pictures and of memories and hope. We laughed. We cried. We smiled and held together like good families do in the good and the tough. The years and miles between us didn't matter. My bro and I were "roomies" like we haven't been (w/o spouses or kids) in....have we ever been? We all delighted in many stories and the togetherness. The sweet hand of God is in every detail of our lives, you know. It boggles my heart and my mind at times, lately. I know G.G.'s (what the girls called her) legacy will continue and we will forever be blessed.
Life is loss, love and legacy.
It's heartache and mystery.
It's holding on when nothing makes sense.
It's a treasure.
Minute to minute.
Grandma was so loved and we all were unconditionally loved by her. She was one of the loveliest ladies I knew and had a pure sweetness that oozed from every bit of her. With strength and a firm faith- she raised SIX children. All those that had the honor and privilege to be a part of her life, were blessed. She loved a good time; whether with a fishing pole, a game of a golf, a good meal with a few of her many friends, and used to always use to ask me if I was "keeping my brushes wet"... like she always did with immense joy. She was this tremendously gifted artist that will forever inspire me. And she was certainly a woman of grace and style, whether wearing her beautiful Bahamian jewelry or in a pair of her favorite comfy Tretorn sneakers. My heart will always carry her sweet love and my memories of her are tenderly held close.
The memorial was full of her artwork, pictures and of memories and hope. We laughed. We cried. We smiled and held together like good families do in the good and the tough. The years and miles between us didn't matter. My bro and I were "roomies" like we haven't been (w/o spouses or kids) in....have we ever been? We all delighted in many stories and the togetherness. The sweet hand of God is in every detail of our lives, you know. It boggles my heart and my mind at times, lately. I know G.G.'s (what the girls called her) legacy will continue and we will forever be blessed.
Life is loss, love and legacy.
It's heartache and mystery.
It's holding on when nothing makes sense.
It's a treasure.
Minute to minute.
