Monday, December 30, 2013

2013 in the rear view mirror...

As I ponder 2013 a few things stand out in my mind. A few events. A few lessons learned. A few cries and a few laughs. 

The year started out with both kids divorced, nursing broken hearts. Hubby and I a year 'wiser', closing the gap between us and 50. As a family we grew a bit closer as we felt each other's pains. Respecting one another's need for healing solace. Sometimes in the company of each other, but respectful of that need for quiet, healing, loving company. 

My daughter, always the one to look her Goliath in the eye and state 'I don't fear you' left the security of our home and took a job in N. Carolina for the first 1/2 of the year. From there she's moved on to reside close to new friends - 11 hours from our help. (Scares me to death.) She's not ready - if ever - to move back home. I worry constantly about her. She has shown signs of healing which I am so thankful for. It's my prayer she will continue to heal. I really miss my Brat. She's my BFF. I've shared many laughs and tears with her. I miss her immensely. 

Our son let a Return Missionary move in with him towards the beginning of the year. One he befriended while serving in our area. He was a blessing. He encouraged our sweet handsome son to attend the Student Ward with him. He helped him return to the living. Since that time he has met a young woman he desires for his eternal soul mate. They've tentatively set a date for March to be sealed in the Orlando Temple. 

I've learned silence is golden. Though so hard sometimes when you want to give or be hugged. I've learned that even with 27 years of marriage I shouldn't think my Hubby a mind reader. (I'm slow, I know.) I've learned we are all a product of our surroundings. Good and bad. 

As I look towards 2014 my hopes are for joy to be the main ingredient in the lives of my family. Joy accompanied with unconditional love. I hope we may all become more steadfast in living the Gospel. I hope the fruits we reap are the dreams we've sown. 

Monday, March 11, 2013

Lost Handwriting…

I recently was looking through some old cards and enjoying the beautiful handwriting of my mom and her two sisters. They all three write alike to the untrained eye. I can tell the subtle variances. This got me to thinking about my own handwriting and how bad it has become – then of course to how this might have happened.

When I was younger – like, much younger! – I used to write my name over and over and over. I’d write my high school name, our mascot, my class – I just loved to “doodle”. I used to write my grandma, my friends, and don’t forget the boyfriend! If I had a dollar for every time I wrote “Tonya loves [the Hubster]” I’d be a rich woman today!! I think I had decent handwriting. Of course, back in the day, we wrote our reports – no typing allowed; so I had ample opportunity to write. And it never bothered me.

Today, I never write. I type everything – all – day – long! I don’t write anyone letters – I email. I don’t write checks to pay the bills – it’s done online. I rarely have the opportunity to write. Because of this my handwriting looks horrible now. It’s become scribble! When I do write at work it’s to hurriedly jot down a reminder note from the boss. Most times I can’t even read it! Imagine – not being able to read your own handwriting! The shame of it! I ask the universe – Has anyone found the lost handwriting I’m looking for? I know it can’t be too far. … Can it?

No, I don’t think so. For the past two weeks I’ve made a point to write more often during the day and to take my time doing so. The key is taking my time and racking my brain back to elementary – how do you make a cursive Q? Never did master that one. Any-who, it somewhat resembles my old handwriting. I figure another week and I’ll be back to my old handwriting self. I also have told myself to write letters instead of emails. Then I realized that most of my emails are work related. Nothing against my co-workers, but I just am not going to take the time to handwrite all my replies to them. BUT… I can write letters to my grandma. To my mother. To my daughter. To my friends. And to my sweet Hubster! Besides, who doesn’t like getting snail mail that isn’t a bill or solicitation? By the way – that could be another hot topic we could discuss – never mind, don’t get me started on the USPS!

To my fams and peeps – if you’d like a handwritten letter – give me a holla! Oh, and make sure I have your snail mail address!

Love y’all!

p.s. While looking for a cute picture to put with this post I learned there is a National Handwriting Day!! Holy Cow! Did y’all know this? Geez, I’m bummed I missed it. Any-who it was January 23rd. Maybe next year… I wonder how I will celebrate it next year…??? Ideas?

Sunday, February 17, 2013


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Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Laughing children

Tonight I heard a sound that I've missed terribly for the past 2 months. The sound of my children laughing together. Now that my daughter lives in NC I don't get to hear her and my son laughing together. It doesn't matter what mood I'm in - when I hear them start laughing together it just brings so much joy to me and warms my heart. Tonight my son came over and we were able to FaceTime with her. It was soooo good to see her beautiful face and listen to her and her brother going back and forth and laughing. It was so wonderful I soon found myself overwhelmed and began sobbing... {Sigh} What a mush I am. I've always felt that children's laughter is musical - even grown up children....