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.
5 comments:
Sweet, sweet memories. I haven't been blessed to meet you and your dear husband, but I love your memories about your lives together, and I get to know him better in each post. Even though things are changing for him, his earlier years are becoming alive to the rest of us. Thanks so much for sharing.
Sweet memories indeed. I love your blog , even if it makes me cry.
Wonderful memories. When you mentioned whisteling it brought back memories of my dad. He whisteled all the time. Thanks for the memory.
Dear Latane,
Oh, how I can relate to your feelings of your thoughts and memories of feeling so blessed with such a good life!!! Whenever I start thinking about the here and now, and feeling sorry for myself and David, I too.... can look back on the wonderful memories....and feel blessed.
Latane, this is the sweetest post..... it makes me laugh and cry.
You are such a blessing to me!
Dolores
All of your words are very precious. What would we do with out the memories?
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