Woke up to a foggy morning. Didn't want to move out of bed so I lay there, my mind filled with thoughts and remembrances. I am one blessed woman. How in the world do I deserve all these wonderous things that have happened to me? I have no idea but I'd like to share a few thoughts with you today.
I remember meeting a young man who was tall, dark and handsome and filled my heart with love
I remember our wedding morning, a cold December day, and how we rode in the back seat of his cousins car on our way to my Moms house, and him pointing out mistletoe growing in a tree.
I remember sitting behind him in a military plane high over the Pacific Ocean in a terrible storm, me with the baby, he with the toddler, and somehow knowing we were going to be alright. (Our eldest was seated with sailors across the aisle). I always felt safe with him.
I remember the whistling as he came in the back door, always. The whistling has stopped now. Oh, how I miss it.
I remember how much he always loved our children .... and all children. Now, when nothing else will, the sight of a small child brings a smile to his face.
I remember how he would walk up behind me when I was at the sink washing dishes, to slip his arms around me to kiss me.
I remember how he looked in his Navy uniform. That always made my heart go pitty-patter.
I remember the raisin cake he baked for me when I was sick once.
I remember our 50th wedding anniversary and how excited he was buying and presenting me with an anniversary ring.
I remember him coming into the house early in the springtime with a tiny bluette flower held between his large fingers. I'd find my thimble to put it in.
I, too, remember the day we took him to Magnolia Manor. But, I won't go there with that memory today. Instead I will head over to see him.
Yes, what memories. Those are just a few. At least I have those to hang onto.