In this age of social media and on line albums perhaps this thought is old school. If I were to go back and change anything since we were first married, it would be a journal of us. To write down all the places we have been, the outings we have taken and just fun facts.
It would not require every personal emotion but a log of our journey together. I was reflecting on all that we have seen and done since we were married. I can not always remember the dates or the years and wish I had kept a journal. It would be a fun reflection over time and a great family heirloom and tradition.
As we approach our 24th wedding anniversary I am going to start. Should the day come when we are unable to get out and about, we can reflect on all the adventures we had while the body and mind were able.
I encourage those newly engaged, married, or even those like us who have a few years already in to the institution of marriage to grab a book and start to journal. There is no one to better to tell your story then yourself.
Today we had the heartache of saying good-bye to our four legged boy. Hershey was 12 years, 8 months and 22 days old. He brought us 4,650 days of unconditional love. He had a special place in all our hearts and will never be replaced.
It is fitting that he crossed “The Rainbow Bridge” on Ash Wednesday.
May 27th 2002 – February 18 2015
I have always loved the image of the panda bear, but last month at the San Diego Zoo I had the pleasure of learning more about them.
I am thankful I am not a Panda mom. They kick their kids out of the nest on average when they are 18 months! I could not imagine missing out on all that cuddling time. They are loners and prefer thousands of miles of separation. Lets face it if you are a parent you have dreamed of using the bathroom by yourself or enjoying that morning cup of coffee in silence, but that is isolation!
This week as I watched the news and all the sad events in the world it confirmed my joy of not being a Panda. I enjoyed the craziness of babyhood, the snuggles, the struggles and seeing the world through the eyes of a child. It is true I believed in letting my children remain children as long as possible. I did not believe in them seeing the world as it is but instead to let their dreams grow. Letting them dream of what the world might hold for them and the changes they could make in it. I spoiled them with extra hugs, kisses, less chores and more play.
I truly believe in arming our kids with love, knowledge and letting them know they are perfect in our eyes, not necessarily in the eyes of everyone else. I believe the home should be a place of comfort, trust, love and support. We all grow up and having a base of love, support, faith, trust are great tools to share in this crazy world we live in.
I am thankful they are out in the world making their mark. I love the phone calls, texts, face-time and phone calls to learn all about what is going on their world.
As I sit here enjoying my coffee on this quiet Sunday morning enjoying the empty nest, I feel a bit like the momma panda…..the difference being I know soon my cubs will be checking in.
(ironically before I could finish this post or my coffee the phone is ringing)
Every now and then I giggle at things I took for granted as a child.
Truth be told I always thought pipe cleaners were for arts and crafts. It was not until I was in the sixth grade and my father went from cigarettes to a pipe did I realize what they really for.