Our hearts were joined together years ago, but my heart still beats a little faster when I hear him come in the door after a long day at work!
He shows me love everyday.....
He's a good and Godly man.
He's a hard worker and he's wise.
He's a great dad.
He's a great Pappy!
He's a great husband!
And just to keep things real, yes, sometimes he makes me really mad.......but we get over it! :)
He may not bring flowers or gifts, but when he left for work very early this morning he leaned over, kissed me and said I love you, have a good day. He gifts me in so many other ways on so many other days.
Happy Valentine's Day. Tell someone you love them today.
We love because He first loved us......1 John 4:19
Tomorrow would be my daddy's 91st birthday. He died very suddenly and unexpectedly in 1996.
Yesterday, I was visiting with my mama when out of the blue, she said I had a nightmare last night. I said well tell me about it and I'll try to interpret it for you...the interpreting part was, of course, a joke.
Mama said I dreamed your daddy was here in the room and I ran to him and hugged him.
I answered, Mama, how could that be a nightmare and she replied.....when I woke up he wasn't here. Then she said....you don't think he was really here do you? I replied, no mama, daddy's in heaven.
Below is a picture of my parents on their honeymoon. They were married fifty three years when daddy died.
Mama misses daddy. So do we, but we know we will see him again.
I took the liberty of changing one word in these lyrics....
Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While you're alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
When I was about 17 months old, my daddy finished building our big brand new house and we were ready to move. Being the baby, I was left with an aunt and uncle so I wouldn't be in the way the move would go more quickly.
Since I have no memory of that time, due I'm sure of the trauma of leaving one home for another, I rely on mama's memories. She says that for the first few days of living in the new house, I would hang onto my baby bed crying I want go my home You can imagine the snotty nose and hiccups if you've ever seen a small child cry dramatically. But wasn't I advanced to already be speaking in sentences??
My parents raised six children in that house along with anyone who needed a place to stay for a day or ten. When I was a child, I thought our house was huge. Not until I was an adult did I notice it wasn't all that big. For many years we had only one bathroom! Try to get a visual of eight people and one bathroom. We somehow made it work, although my sister did walk in on my brother once and he slammed the door and almost cut her finger off...drammmma!
One of the neat things about a two story house is the under the stairs closet. Over the years we would each have a stair in the closet where we wrote our names with whatever current absolutely till you die love we had at the moment.
We would write mostly in pencil __________ loves ____________forever! All those relationships lasted approximately two weeks. We drew hearts when we were in love and broken hearts when we would "break up". We had to leave those memories behind when the house sold. The buyers wouldn't take the house without the stairs. Some people are so picky!
My parents lived together in that house for well over 50 years.
We grew up in a great neighborhood with lots of friends and we were just down the street from the bowling alley. We could walk to the skating rink. We had a great childhood. O.K. there were up and down times and I'm not sure how our parents kept their sanity.
Several years ago mama sold the house to move to an assisted living facility. Below is what I wrote to express how we all felt about the house.....but really about the home it became as we all lived there.
Isn't it wonderful when a house is a home because you're loved?