Last September I learned of Nie and shared her story with all of you.
This past weekend she posted an "after crash" photo of herself and met her goal of hiking the Y on the one year anniversary of the crash.
This is an open letter to Nie:
Dear Nie,
A little less than a year ago, I learned of you, of the crash, and spent my entire Sunday reading your blog from oldest entry to most recent. I fell in love. I kept thinking, "Please, God, this beautiful, pure, amazing, inspiring woman...this incredible wife and mother... she just has to live." I sent you, Mr. Nielson, CJane, and the children lucky pennies and whatever words I could muster up. At Halloween, I sent you a card, decorated my house, and dressed up in costume for the first time in years. A lover of summer, always sad to see it go, I suddenly saw the beauty and God's love in the bold, bursts of Fall colors and the heart-shaped crysanthymum bush which I took pictures of and sent to you. I thought about all of you every day and said many prayers like many people all across the world.
In May, I took my first trip to California (San Francisco) with my husband (I live in Massachusetts) with a layover in Salt Lake City. As we lifted off and I saw the mountains from the air, I couldn't stop staring. Breathtaking. I wondered if maybe that little town down there, tucked into the mountains, was Provo and I was seeing the Y from above without knowing it. I gave a little wave and whispered, "Hi, Stephanie!(and Christian, and Claire, Jane, Ollie, Nicholas, Courtney, Chup, Chief, Lucy, and the rest of your beautiful, amazing family)" I love living near the ocean, but I can now understand why you adore your mountains so.
Today I checked in on your blog for the first time in a couple of weeks and saw your sweet, beautiful face staring lovingly at Mr. Nielson. "She really is alive! Thank you, God! Thank you, thank you, thank you..." and more beautiful than ever, I say. Thank you, Stephanie Aurora Clark Nielson, for your spirit, bravery, honesty, inspiration, and so much more. Congratulations on hiking the Y for the first time AC!!!!! I have a feeling this is just the beginning.
With love, admiration, and thanks,
Alexandra
P.S. I have had Lymphedema in my legs and feet since the age of 16. I know all about wearing Juzos. So fashionable ;-) I've learned that the lady makes the outfit <3
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Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Four-Leaf Clover
Note: Apologies for not writing this yesterday. It was vet day and the pets got their inoculations which threw the whole day off.
On Wednesday, I found my first four-leaf clover. Who doesn't need a little luck?
It has dried over the past couple days, but it is still clearly a four leaf clover.
There has been a lot rolling around in my mind lately as far as what I really want and what my goals are and how I'll go about achieving them, and the like. When I found the four leaf clover I thought to myself, "The universe is trying to tell me something."
Hope, Faith, Love, and Luck. I've been deeply in need of all of these lately.
It is also said that the leaves of the three-leaf Clover represent the Holy Trinity: one leaf for the Father, one for the Son and one for the Holy Spirit. When a Shamrock is found with the fourth leaf, it represents God's Grace.
I'm hoping for:
clarity
direction
an end to my schooling
adventure
seeing my book come to fruition
I have faith that:
things will work themselves out
there is a greater plan for me
together, two people (or more) can work through anything
I love:
my husband
writing
long walks no matter the weather
being in the moment
life
the journey
I am loved by:
my husband
my furry loves
myself (most of the time)
I am lucky because:
my optimism is strong
I am loved
I have overcome many obstacles
I am alive and growing
I know that, by God's Grace, all things are figured out in time, but a little luck along the way never hurts.
As Abra Moore sings:
See, I've been thinking it over
It's all just a little too much
You see I've got a four leaf clover
It's gotta bring a little luck
On Wednesday, I found my first four-leaf clover. Who doesn't need a little luck?
It has dried over the past couple days, but it is still clearly a four leaf clover.
There has been a lot rolling around in my mind lately as far as what I really want and what my goals are and how I'll go about achieving them, and the like. When I found the four leaf clover I thought to myself, "The universe is trying to tell me something."
Four-leaf Clover Poem
by Ella Higginson
I know a place where the sun is like gold,
And the cherry blooms burst with snow,
And down underneath is the loveliest nook,
Where the four-leaf clovers grow.
One leaf is for HOPE, and one is for FAITH,
And one is for LOVE, you know,
And GOD put another in for LUCK --
If you search, you will find where they grow.
But you must have HOPE, and you must have FAITH,
You must LOVE and be strong -- and so --
If you work, if you wait, you will find the place
Where the four-leaf clovers grow.
Hope, Faith, Love, and Luck. I've been deeply in need of all of these lately.
It is also said that the leaves of the three-leaf Clover represent the Holy Trinity: one leaf for the Father, one for the Son and one for the Holy Spirit. When a Shamrock is found with the fourth leaf, it represents God's Grace.
I'm hoping for:
clarity
direction
an end to my schooling
adventure
seeing my book come to fruition
I have faith that:
things will work themselves out
there is a greater plan for me
together, two people (or more) can work through anything
I love:
my husband
writing
long walks no matter the weather
being in the moment
life
the journey
I am loved by:
my husband
my furry loves
myself (most of the time)
I am lucky because:
my optimism is strong
I am loved
I have overcome many obstacles
I am alive and growing
I know that, by God's Grace, all things are figured out in time, but a little luck along the way never hurts.
As Abra Moore sings:
See, I've been thinking it over
It's all just a little too much
You see I've got a four leaf clover
It's gotta bring a little luck
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Friday Night with the B&B's
Soccer and swings in the park next door.
Dinner of baked pasta mixed with sauce, peas, broccoli, carrots and vegan mozzarella.
Cotton Candy Clouds.
Driving with the sunroof open singing "Love is a Battle Field" a capella.
Trip to Lizzy's for ice cream.
Mine:
Mr.B&B's:
Empty:
Meandering around More Than Words.
Driving with the sunroof open while laughing lots.
Stars in the clear sky.
They are there even though you can't see them in the picture. Trust me.
PJ's and a movie on the couch at home with the kitty.
Just right!
Dinner of baked pasta mixed with sauce, peas, broccoli, carrots and vegan mozzarella.
Cotton Candy Clouds.
Driving with the sunroof open singing "Love is a Battle Field" a capella.
Trip to Lizzy's for ice cream.
Mine:
Mr.B&B's:
Empty:
Meandering around More Than Words.
Driving with the sunroof open while laughing lots.
Stars in the clear sky.
They are there even though you can't see them in the picture. Trust me.
PJ's and a movie on the couch at home with the kitty.
Just right!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
On the Couch
That is where I have been sleeping since my husband returned on Saturday.
I MISS MY BED!
I don't want to catch his nasty germs.
I MISS MY BED!
I can't afford to get sick right now.
I MISS MY BED!
I feel different. I'm more sluggish. I'm less productive. I feel less rested.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
I miss my soft sheets, fluffy pillows, the light peering through the blinds.
I miss the weight of the comforter, stretching my limbs along its length, the slow roll out of bed.
What do you love about your bed?
If you share your bed with someone, where do you sleep when they are sick?
I MISS MY BED!
I don't want to catch his nasty germs.
I MISS MY BED!
I can't afford to get sick right now.
I MISS MY BED!
I feel different. I'm more sluggish. I'm less productive. I feel less rested.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
I miss my soft sheets, fluffy pillows, the light peering through the blinds.
I miss the weight of the comforter, stretching my limbs along its length, the slow roll out of bed.
What do you love about your bed?
If you share your bed with someone, where do you sleep when they are sick?
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Moments
Mr. B&B has been sick with congestion, coughing, fever, headache since last Thursday. So sick that he actually didn't go to work on Friday when he was on his business trip in New Mexico.
So, he flew home to me sick and it has been tissues, cold compresses, tea, and basically waiting on him hand and foot ever since. Yesterday I brought him to the Dr. who gave him meds (Praise be!)and to grocery store to pick out his own tea and juice and nasal spray.
After much tea making and errand doing and chore completing, I collapsed on the couch last evening. With a deep sigh, I closed my eyes just for a minute reveling in the act of doing nothing.
And thus spoke a nasally voice from the other end of the couch,
"You are beautiful...with your hair spilling out all around you."
And I gave thanks for the small moments and the little gestures.
So, he flew home to me sick and it has been tissues, cold compresses, tea, and basically waiting on him hand and foot ever since. Yesterday I brought him to the Dr. who gave him meds (Praise be!)and to grocery store to pick out his own tea and juice and nasal spray.
After much tea making and errand doing and chore completing, I collapsed on the couch last evening. With a deep sigh, I closed my eyes just for a minute reveling in the act of doing nothing.
And thus spoke a nasally voice from the other end of the couch,
"You are beautiful...with your hair spilling out all around you."
And I gave thanks for the small moments and the little gestures.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Sunday Scribblings #145 - Organic
Organic
Just letting things happen as they will
Naturally
unfolding
day by day
moment by moment
Feeling alive in the present
Relinquishing control
Giving in to the elements
Trusting all will grow and evolve
in time as intended
Easier said than done
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
From the moment I knew I had met the man I would eventually marry, I was ready to have children. Six years later and one year into our marriage we are happy just the two of us. We talk about babies and agree we both want them, but our time frames are different. I say "come what may" and my husband says vaguely, "in a few years..."
Mr. B&B is a planner and always does things in proper order. High School, College, Master's, job, marriage, condo...oddly, I am not sure what the next step in his plan is. I fell in love with him partially because he is so grounded and always planning for the future.
I am a dreamer, a mottled leaf floating down the rambling river. High school, one year at one college, one year at another college, stint in human resources, job as law office receptionist in a small town and working my way up to legal secretary/paralegal at a Boston law firm, going back to college, getting married, moving in to the condo. I've lived in several different houses, a couple different states and a few different cities along the way. I'm still in school working toward that degree. I blog, write, photograph, sew, and paint when I am not in class or keeping up with the house work. Really, I guess, I am letting my life unfold organically and trying to pursue interesting opportunities as they enter my field of vision.
Mr. B&B and I generally balance one another out. When it comes to the baby thing, however, stalemate. In a sense, we are both saying, "some time soon", but each in a different sense. My "some time soon" includes relenting control and just letting nature take its course. His "some time soon" includes controlling the situation as much as possible until it is the "perfect time", whatever that means. I say there is no "perfect time" and no one goes into parenthood without fears and economic conditions are never exactly as one would like them to be. We have a roof over our heads. We have some semblance of stability. Most importantly, we have each other. Still, stalemate.
I think creating and birthing a baby is one of the most organic processes one can be a part of and, from what I've been told, well worth any potential pain. If the only thing I accomplished in life was being a wonderful wife and birthing beautiful babies and raising remarkable human beings, I would be blissfully happy. Throw in being able to pursue my writing/crafting/creative pursuits, too, and maybe a little volunteering here and there, and that would put me over the edge. However, creating, birthing, and raising takes two. Mr. B&B is the most important person in the world to me and I need to respect his feelings, too.
For now, we will keep communicating, see where it leads us, find our way to the answer organically.
Just letting things happen as they will
Naturally
unfolding
day by day
moment by moment
Feeling alive in the present
Relinquishing control
Giving in to the elements
Trusting all will grow and evolve
in time as intended
Easier said than done
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
From the moment I knew I had met the man I would eventually marry, I was ready to have children. Six years later and one year into our marriage we are happy just the two of us. We talk about babies and agree we both want them, but our time frames are different. I say "come what may" and my husband says vaguely, "in a few years..."
Mr. B&B is a planner and always does things in proper order. High School, College, Master's, job, marriage, condo...oddly, I am not sure what the next step in his plan is. I fell in love with him partially because he is so grounded and always planning for the future.
I am a dreamer, a mottled leaf floating down the rambling river. High school, one year at one college, one year at another college, stint in human resources, job as law office receptionist in a small town and working my way up to legal secretary/paralegal at a Boston law firm, going back to college, getting married, moving in to the condo. I've lived in several different houses, a couple different states and a few different cities along the way. I'm still in school working toward that degree. I blog, write, photograph, sew, and paint when I am not in class or keeping up with the house work. Really, I guess, I am letting my life unfold organically and trying to pursue interesting opportunities as they enter my field of vision.
Mr. B&B and I generally balance one another out. When it comes to the baby thing, however, stalemate. In a sense, we are both saying, "some time soon", but each in a different sense. My "some time soon" includes relenting control and just letting nature take its course. His "some time soon" includes controlling the situation as much as possible until it is the "perfect time", whatever that means. I say there is no "perfect time" and no one goes into parenthood without fears and economic conditions are never exactly as one would like them to be. We have a roof over our heads. We have some semblance of stability. Most importantly, we have each other. Still, stalemate.
I think creating and birthing a baby is one of the most organic processes one can be a part of and, from what I've been told, well worth any potential pain. If the only thing I accomplished in life was being a wonderful wife and birthing beautiful babies and raising remarkable human beings, I would be blissfully happy. Throw in being able to pursue my writing/crafting/creative pursuits, too, and maybe a little volunteering here and there, and that would put me over the edge. However, creating, birthing, and raising takes two. Mr. B&B is the most important person in the world to me and I need to respect his feelings, too.
For now, we will keep communicating, see where it leads us, find our way to the answer organically.
Friday, January 9, 2009
In Recognition of Mr. B&B
Mr. B&B had a difficult morning.
His wife, having been busy running around to dentist appointments and bringing the cat to the emergency vet, didn't do much of anything around the house yesterday, and she was tired, very tired, this morning. So tired that she did not roll out of bed until half an hour after he did.
Mr. B&B woke up to dishes in the sink...and on the stove... and on the table... and on the counter. The only clean ones seemed to be in the un-emptied dishwasher.
Mr. B&B found some creative way to work around all of the mess, make his coffee, and prepare his breakfast without leaving a trace of any potential additional mess he may have made.
He had just settled into the couch with his breakfast, coffee, and Rachael Maddow on the t.v. screen, when his wife emerged. Blurry eyed, hair a fright, still sticky with sleep, she mumbled something and kissed him on the forehead.
Of all the things he could have said, this is what came out, "Oh, honey, I should have made you breakfast..."
Before he could go on, his wife replied, "Oh, that's sweet, but my mouth hurts too much anyway and I'm cold, so cold, is it cold in here?" all the while wrapping herself in a blanket.
Undeterred, with a smile on his face, he pressed valiantly on, "I know, I'll go get you a banana!"
But his wife would not have it, "Mouth hurts...brrr..."
So, he finished his oatmeal, took a sip of his coffee, and declared it time for his shower.
On a typical morning this declaration would be followed by his wife setting about making his lunch, pouring him a to-go cup of coffee, preparing a Nalgene bottle of ice water, and putting it all in his backpack by the front door. Today that was not the case.
Without grumbling, after showering and dressing, Mr. B&B left his wife cocooned in blankets on the couch and did it all himself.
When he was about done with everything, his wife padded into the kitchen, "I'm sorry, babe... Can I help?" "No," he replied, "I'm about done." "I suck." she replied as he headed to the front door collecting his keys and wallet along the way.
As he slipped on his jacket and slid on his boots, she appeared in the doorway to the foyer offering apologies and explanations (mouth hurts, tired, cold). He offered helpful suggestions such as ibprofen for the mouth pain, a nap, and a warm shower after which she might don her warmest and softest turtleneck sweater. "Suck isn't a word I'd use to describe you." said he.
In spite of all her shortcomings, he embraced her and kissed her mouth inside which lurked unbrushed teeth, before wishing her a wonderful day and closing the door behind him. Knowing she'd be peering out the window, he turned and flashed her a smile and a wave just like something out of a movie. She blew him a kiss and inwardly resolved to have the house clean, a meal on the table, and herself all gussied up when he arrives home this evening
Mr. B&B, thank you for being the man that you are and for loving me just as I am. I so appreciate all that you do for me, for us. Even though I may not always say it, I recognize everything you do, all of your wonderfulness, and am so proud of you and thankful for all the things you do small and large. Tonight may be a night to bust out the homemade party hats and present you with a trophy ;-)
His wife, having been busy running around to dentist appointments and bringing the cat to the emergency vet, didn't do much of anything around the house yesterday, and she was tired, very tired, this morning. So tired that she did not roll out of bed until half an hour after he did.
Mr. B&B woke up to dishes in the sink...and on the stove... and on the table... and on the counter. The only clean ones seemed to be in the un-emptied dishwasher.
Mr. B&B found some creative way to work around all of the mess, make his coffee, and prepare his breakfast without leaving a trace of any potential additional mess he may have made.
He had just settled into the couch with his breakfast, coffee, and Rachael Maddow on the t.v. screen, when his wife emerged. Blurry eyed, hair a fright, still sticky with sleep, she mumbled something and kissed him on the forehead.
Of all the things he could have said, this is what came out, "Oh, honey, I should have made you breakfast..."
Before he could go on, his wife replied, "Oh, that's sweet, but my mouth hurts too much anyway and I'm cold, so cold, is it cold in here?" all the while wrapping herself in a blanket.
Undeterred, with a smile on his face, he pressed valiantly on, "I know, I'll go get you a banana!"
But his wife would not have it, "Mouth hurts...brrr..."
So, he finished his oatmeal, took a sip of his coffee, and declared it time for his shower.
On a typical morning this declaration would be followed by his wife setting about making his lunch, pouring him a to-go cup of coffee, preparing a Nalgene bottle of ice water, and putting it all in his backpack by the front door. Today that was not the case.
Without grumbling, after showering and dressing, Mr. B&B left his wife cocooned in blankets on the couch and did it all himself.
When he was about done with everything, his wife padded into the kitchen, "I'm sorry, babe... Can I help?" "No," he replied, "I'm about done." "I suck." she replied as he headed to the front door collecting his keys and wallet along the way.
As he slipped on his jacket and slid on his boots, she appeared in the doorway to the foyer offering apologies and explanations (mouth hurts, tired, cold). He offered helpful suggestions such as ibprofen for the mouth pain, a nap, and a warm shower after which she might don her warmest and softest turtleneck sweater. "Suck isn't a word I'd use to describe you." said he.
In spite of all her shortcomings, he embraced her and kissed her mouth inside which lurked unbrushed teeth, before wishing her a wonderful day and closing the door behind him. Knowing she'd be peering out the window, he turned and flashed her a smile and a wave just like something out of a movie. She blew him a kiss and inwardly resolved to have the house clean, a meal on the table, and herself all gussied up when he arrives home this evening
Mr. B&B, thank you for being the man that you are and for loving me just as I am. I so appreciate all that you do for me, for us. Even though I may not always say it, I recognize everything you do, all of your wonderfulness, and am so proud of you and thankful for all the things you do small and large. Tonight may be a night to bust out the homemade party hats and present you with a trophy ;-)
Sunday, October 26, 2008
People, Places, and Things
People, places, and things evoke feelings. This is my latest poem, untitled as of yet:
The closet is a mishmash of jeans & suits and t-shirts.
Bookshelves boast Faulkner & Salinger & Updike.
Improper Bostonian, Newsweek, & The New Yorker
stake out territory on the coffee table.
Many layered.
A little messy.
The bed is made.
Wet towels dampen the black & white comforter.
Wrinkled clothes lay discarded in a heap.
Drawers are sorted.
Able to prioritize.
A little hurried.
The kitchen sparkles.
The fridge is full, but not to overflowing,
with leftovers of the homemade variety.
The dishwasher whirs.
A lone bowl on the counter, slick with milk,
indicates cereal for breakfast.
Responsible.
Spontaneous.
In all these rooms,
shades of humanity.
Photographs & Paintings,
Books & Journals,
Documenting Life.
I could live and love amongst these remnants.
I have struggled a lot with the last line. Originally I wrote, "I could live amongst these remnants and love this life." I then changed it to, "I could live here and love." Eventually I settled on "I could live and love amongst these remnants." Most interesting to me is how rearranging the same words or restructuring the same thoughts can change the meaning of the entire poem. Any thoughts or suggestions?
The closet is a mishmash of jeans & suits and t-shirts.
Bookshelves boast Faulkner & Salinger & Updike.
Improper Bostonian, Newsweek, & The New Yorker
stake out territory on the coffee table.
Many layered.
A little messy.
The bed is made.
Wet towels dampen the black & white comforter.
Wrinkled clothes lay discarded in a heap.
Drawers are sorted.
Able to prioritize.
A little hurried.
The kitchen sparkles.
The fridge is full, but not to overflowing,
with leftovers of the homemade variety.
The dishwasher whirs.
A lone bowl on the counter, slick with milk,
indicates cereal for breakfast.
Responsible.
Spontaneous.
In all these rooms,
shades of humanity.
Photographs & Paintings,
Books & Journals,
Documenting Life.
I could live and love amongst these remnants.
I have struggled a lot with the last line. Originally I wrote, "I could live amongst these remnants and love this life." I then changed it to, "I could live here and love." Eventually I settled on "I could live and love amongst these remnants." Most interesting to me is how rearranging the same words or restructuring the same thoughts can change the meaning of the entire poem. Any thoughts or suggestions?
Nie News
CJane has posted links to new news articles about Stephanie and Christian's progress and the Mindy Gledhill concert, the entire proceeds of which went directly to the Nielson's.
I have mentioned Threads of Love, an effort for the Nielson Family to which I donated. I am happy to report that more than enough fabric has been collected to complete quilts for the children and possibly Stephanie and Christian as well.
If you would like to contribute to the fundraising efforts and other efforts put forth on the Nielson's behalf, see the sidebar on CJane's blog and/or visit the Nie Recovery website.
Please continue to keep CJane, AliceKind, Lizzy Writes, Christian, Stephanie, the children, the Clark's, the Nielson's and all of their friends in your thoughts and prayers. So far, it seems to be working <3
I have mentioned Threads of Love, an effort for the Nielson Family to which I donated. I am happy to report that more than enough fabric has been collected to complete quilts for the children and possibly Stephanie and Christian as well.
If you would like to contribute to the fundraising efforts and other efforts put forth on the Nielson's behalf, see the sidebar on CJane's blog and/or visit the Nie Recovery website.
Please continue to keep CJane, AliceKind, Lizzy Writes, Christian, Stephanie, the children, the Clark's, the Nielson's and all of their friends in your thoughts and prayers. So far, it seems to be working <3
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Meme Express - Love Calls
Me - A Glimpse at my Inner Child
Whom do you love?
My Husband, Myself, our cat, our many friends and their children, Mom, Dad, Brother Timothy, Sisters Elizabeth and Sarah and their spouses, 2 nieces Lily and Marielle, 5 nephews Jake and Cary and Jackson and Noah and Aaron, my grandparents (all 6 of them), my too numerous to mention by name aunts and uncles and cousins, my in-laws, my parents' dog Crocket, my in-laws' cat Callie, all my "friends" in the blogger world who brighten every day, the family I babysit for.
My Husband Practicing Future Fathering Skills on our Friends' Baby
When did you last say so?
I am saying so now. I say so as often as possible, but I also believe it is important to show your love through your actions as well.
Read lyrics and see YouTube video of More Than Words by Extreme here.
Mom, Dad, Me, and Timothy
Is today the day to call someone you love? Every day is a day to call someone you love. I have really been missing my sister Sarah and her family though. Today is Sarah's day for a phone call or email.
Grampy and...
Grammy.
Grandma and Poppa
Grandpa and...
Virginia.
What is the best way to affirm the ones you love? Listen attentively to what they have to say. Give them your time and undivided attention whether through getting together, talking on the phone, sending a letter or email, or any other means.
In-Laws. Father, Husband, Sister, Mother, Brother.
How has someone best expressed heartfelt love to you? Not in one grand gesture, but in a zillion little ways all the time.
Friends. Tanya and Greg...
Tim, Irma, Brian, Nicole...
Erin and Andy.
Looking for writing prompts? Visit Meme Express.
Crocket the pampered plot hound from Texas when she first arrived and...
more recently. She writes her own column for My Backyard Newspaper here.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Heartfelt Sentiments from Husband
Ok, since it is now 2:56 a.m., I have to say last night...
Last night my husband called me from his cozy hotel room in New Mexico where he will be staying for the next week while on a business trip. He called me and we talked about his flights, fantasy sports, what we had for dinner, our beloved kitty cat named Iris, Tom Brady's devastating knee injury, the new furniture we have inherited from my grandparents (more on that in a later post), etc. Inevitably our talk turned tender, full of I'm so glad you are safe, I miss you, be sure to get plenty of rest and good sleep. As we slowly inched towards good nights and talk to you in the mornings, my husband surprised me. He told me that there was turbulence on his connecting flight from Colorado to New Mexico and that during the flight he was scared at times and that when he got scared he thought of me, of cuddling up close and curling into each other, of my funny half-awake half-asleep ramblings... you get the jist ... and that he felt safe and happy and secure as a result, that it brought him peace. I am so full of love for him and I told him so tonight as I do every chance I get.
Yet another thing to be grateful for yesterday.
Off to try and drift into a peaceful slumber. 'Til later... Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite <3
Last night my husband called me from his cozy hotel room in New Mexico where he will be staying for the next week while on a business trip. He called me and we talked about his flights, fantasy sports, what we had for dinner, our beloved kitty cat named Iris, Tom Brady's devastating knee injury, the new furniture we have inherited from my grandparents (more on that in a later post), etc. Inevitably our talk turned tender, full of I'm so glad you are safe, I miss you, be sure to get plenty of rest and good sleep. As we slowly inched towards good nights and talk to you in the mornings, my husband surprised me. He told me that there was turbulence on his connecting flight from Colorado to New Mexico and that during the flight he was scared at times and that when he got scared he thought of me, of cuddling up close and curling into each other, of my funny half-awake half-asleep ramblings... you get the jist ... and that he felt safe and happy and secure as a result, that it brought him peace. I am so full of love for him and I told him so tonight as I do every chance I get.
Yet another thing to be grateful for yesterday.
Off to try and drift into a peaceful slumber. 'Til later... Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite <3
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