Oh, this is going to be a smattering of stuff that you will either be fascinated with or not. It is actually going to be the uncensored thoughts of my brain RIGHT NOW. I might censor when I proof it but the general rule I have learned when it comes to developing a blog is to do it often, keep it short, and it doesn’t matter what the content is.
I absolutely love the 4th of July. There is always a good memory associated with it, whether it be sparklers and homemade ice cream in my grandparents backyard or the fireworks I saw last year in Warner Robins. We’re headed back there tomorrow, staying nearby at a great bed and breakfast resort and basically creating somewhat of a tradition. The concert and fireworks are free and my brother in law will be playing in the Air Force Band which means we’ll get good seats. yea Tim!
Yes, we were there exactly a year ago and I’ve spent the evening thinking about what’s the same and what’s different in a year’s time. The obvious difference is the fact that we might be seeing the recession fireworks show tomorrow night. Last year they spared no expense and I loved seeing all my tax dollars light up in the sky, it lasted FOREVER and I was just plain grateful to be standing on American soil, surrounded by the veterans and members of the Air Force witnessing it. Now, I’m not to sure what we’ll see tomorrow but something tells me that my tax dollars are busy paying for something else this year. We shall see.
We’ve got a new president. I’ve got a new doctor (joy!) and seem to be managing all my growing pains much better now. My children are growing WAY UP really FAST. Other relationships in my life are different too… some are deeper and more fulfilling than ever. Others of them make me sad because they are strangely different. I’ve learned lately that it’s okay to be sad because sometimes, well, it just is what it is. And sometimes really letting myself be sad about something is when real happy-ness begins.
There is much to be happy about today as I sit on my new love-and-respect seat in my newly painted room. I don’t have to go into great detail here. The one that knows of my happy-ness also knows the how, why, when and where of it all.
I love my life.