Slurping Life

Love Thursday ~ Special

I look at this child of mine and see so much more than you.

I see his pain. His intense struggles. His once physically abused and broken body.

His kind, forgiving spirit. His acceptance of difference.

His heart that loves so, so deeply. 

Friday morning at an unbelievably early hour our family, including Grandma, will head to our State's summer Special Olympics. 

And...

Wil will be swimming the 25m and 50m freestyle events.

It is his first time competing in anything other than daily scuffles with his brothers.

He's a bit nervous.

And way psyched.

This beautiful soul...our miracle child...has overcome so much. He has struggled, persisted and accomplished things the experts said would not be possible.

We are so proud of him.

We are so blessed by him.

We love him beyond measure.

I assure you that all love and GO WIL! you send this way will be enthusiastically received and deeply appreciated by a special eleven year old boy.

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Got a little love to share this Love Thursday?

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Retro Soul

Days no longer meander at the oh it's never going to be [insert whatever day or event you couldn't wait for as a child] pace. Instead the sun sets and I can hardly believe another day has escaped. Left me longing for a do-over...a chance to create more sweet memories...to hug just a little longer.

I want one more glance into the yesterday eyes of my children because those eyes have today changed forever.

And I cannot shake this. The happy-go-lucky free spirit that was me has hidden away from myself. I miss her terribly. I miss her with a passion that aches. 

I see the retro soul of my son, Mac.  The guy who loves peace signs, The Beatles, VW vans and everything '60s. The guy who lives with umph and passion. The guy who has dreams and spirit. The guy who has fun being himself with no forethought let alone concern as to what anyone else thinks of it all.

I hear his infectious laughter.

Once, it was me.

I want her back.

I saw a glimpse of her today. The fun shoes, clothes and frolicking that really happened daily in my life. Really, I did those things. I wore those shoes. I was creative and spirited.

Tonight I cried for the lost me.

Somewhere between the boys' therapy sessions, the homeschool, the unimaginable stresses, the dirty laundry, the being a wife, the cooking-cleaning, the occasional night's sleep, the Special Olympics games this weekend and a zillion other responsibilities, I know she lives.

And 1.5 quarts of Breyer's Waffle Cone Overload won't bring her back.

Then I left on a journey to bring me home.

I know someone reading feels the same.

Trust your soul.

Pay attention.

Go on a journey.

And wear fun shoes along the way.

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Yo Mama's Big Fat Booty

Today at my other hangout I'm talking about seeing the light.

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Defending My Freedom

I walk along Main Street USA...feel my husband's hand in mine...hear the laughter of my children...because of those who give their lives defending my freedom.

Memorial Day and every day, I remember this.

 originally published May 2008

SOOC Saturday ~ Slurp

Slurping Soda

He owns my heart.

He intrigues my mind.

He lights my life.

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It's SOOC Saturday. 

Surely you have a little light to shine by sharing a straight out of camera image today [or Sunday].

We'd really like to see it.

~~~

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