The power of a woman's love

My mother and I decided it was time for a visit. 

She is a best friend to me and my husband absolutely adores her. 

We were all so happy that she was coming for a week! 

When she arrived, she planted a big kiss on my hubby's cheek.  

As he blushed, he exclaimed, "I feel just like Charlie Sheen!" 

My Mom and I nervously glanced at each other a bit befuddled...

"Ummm- Honey, are you okay?" I asked.

He replied,  "Well, yes!  Now I have two of my very own goddesses!" 

We all had a good chuckle over that one!

During her stay, she sat in the rocking chair next to our bed and

spent time discussing everything from world events to the weather. 

Her company brought my husband, who spends a great deal of time in bed,

a wonderful escape from his day-to-day routine. 

She was playing with our puppies and ran out for errands.  

My shifts at work seemed to drag on forever and at the end of the day, 

the smell of pork chops and stews filled my nose and we all shared in her fantastic cooking. 

She really helped me in so many ways. 

What a blessing it is that I have such a loving mother.    

At the end of our visit, it was sad to see her leave. 

I would have liked to squeeze in a bit more girlie time. 

Thrift-store shopping and lunch, as we used to do together. 

But, I am grateful for our time spent with one another,

 even though it seemed to pass in a blink of the eye. 

 My only question is, "Mom, how soon can you come back?"

photos via #1, #2, #3

There is a wonderful event going on this evening on Facebook.  Anyone whose life has been affected by Pulmonary Fibrosis, please sign into Facebook and just for this evening, change your profile picture to Evel Knievel, who passed away from this disease.  It's that simple.  For more about this virtual event, please check out: 

 Raise Awareness for Pulmonary Fibrosis

You are not alone and hope to "see" you there!

xoxo 

Up or Down?

**Diary Entry**

I remember when my husband and I first moved into our home together.  It was just two months after we were married and not only was I moving into a new home, but it was also a brand-new town, in a new state.  My husband was born in the state we lived and we spent much time there while we were dating.  I soon fell in love with this area.  The thing is, when we married and moved, I did not know a single soul and felt very displaced.  I guess you could say I went through a "down" period.  I wondered about my new life and where I fit into the little town that we now called home.  So many changes at once!  It seemed I had a hard time adjusting. 

Now, as I look back on my "down" period, I see it with such fondness.  What a lovely time it really was...our whole marriage and life, before us.  Many adventures to be had and a journey, as a family, that would lead us into the strongest of bonds.  In my heart, I have realized that, that period was one of the best times I will experience in my lifetime.  Funny- that I did not see it that way, then. 

Which brings me to this period in my life...

I see that my hubby is very ill and within five short months I have watched his physical strength become out of his reach.  It hurts to see him struggle, while my love and respect for him, immeasurable.  I now, look at this time in my life and think that this must be one of the most "down" times I have ever been through.  Yet, we are able to spend time together, holding hands and talking about everything along the way.  We talk about things that we would have never thought to discuss and share deeper within our hearts than we knew could be possible. 

Which makes me wonder, will one day, long from now, will I look back at this period and think to myself that this was also one of the fondest times of my life?

One never knows, because life is funny, that way...

Father and Son

My husband and I were both married twice. 

From our previous marriages came four beautiful children. 

My hubby had two girls and I had two boys.  As far as the kids were concerned, no one could ever take the place of their father,

just as I could never take the place of mother in the lives of his daughters. 

We could never even try because; when you are a step-parent,
you're in a bit of a different category.  It's not a bad place to be,
because for the children;

there are more people to love and support them.

Or, at least, that is how it should be.   

My youngest son was only a year and a half old when my hubby and I met. 

My husband made a very large impression on my youngest boy as they

spent a great deal of time together.  

Scott was too young to start school and so we used that time

to take him on many truck driving trips across the country. 

I loved to travel as a kid

and my husband and I were very happy to provide him

with many different sights and experiences across the country. 

During those years and all of the summer school vacations on the road,
the two of them became very close.  

My little one could see it was not an easy job,

he respected his step-dad a great deal.  

My husband always took great care of Scott, 

looking out for his safety.

On the road, my son would sit in the passenger seat with his
little arm holding an "imaginary" steering wheel -for hours! 

He copied everything my husband did

as they sat together, through the miles, talking about everything under the Sun! 

Of course, all the while, I was in the back

trying to keep up with their conversations, in between reading and naps... 

  

The respect and friendship between them is immeasurable. 

Scott and my hubby became like two peas in a pod. 

Even now, despite my husband's illness,

they have continued to grow closer. 

Since I now work, my husband has taken on my role within the household for Scott. 

After school every day, my son reports to his step-dad's bedside and discusses
 what homework he has and how his day was at school. 

Scott reads aloud to him and always somehow gets my hubby to tell him stories of the old days.  

They both love to watch old westerns, speak about classic cars and
wonder what life was like from a whole other era! 

They are both old souls- 

even though one is 10, and the other, 49.

photos 1,2,3, via:  my son's favorite book "The Trucker" by Brenda and Mark Weatherby

photo 4 via: #4