Posts Tagged: love
Weekly Winners {the love edition}
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On Thanksgiving and Everyday…
We should be thankful
Everyday.
We should be free
Everyday.
We should be faithful
Everyday.
We should shine
Everyday.
If you haven’t, you should be reading the updates by Peter Mayhew about his wife—my friend—Anissa. They will put into perspective the fact that we should be grateful everyday of our lives, even in the mess, the muck, and the madness.
1956 & 2007
It’s my mother’s birthday today. I’ve texted her, called her, and even sent her a birthday card–in the mail–which will totally arrive later this week because I’m always, always, always late with cards. Later on we’ll skype her a birthday song. She doesn’t read this blog, but I like to think that if she did she would like it. Maybe someday I will share the link. Maybe.
Another mother is celebrating a birthday today, too; a birthday for her beloved little angel named Madeline. I wish my friend and her husband much peace today as I send a zillion purple birthday wishes up to heaven in her honor.
It’s All About the Process
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Everyday I take
The steps for coffee I make
Grinding then dumping
Pouring then drinking
It’s all about the process
To keep me awake
Growing Old Together
Dearest Michael,
This is the fourteenth birthday that I am blessed to commemorate with you. Fourteen years that I am thankful that your mother gave birth to you and raised you so well. Fourteen years that seem so minuscule compared to the number ahead of us.
Look at how young we were. Babies. I hadn’t seen more than the city of Buffalo when you came into my life. Sure there were vacations to a few beaches, but I was so naive and sheltered. It’s a wonder that you came into my life when you did. Who knows? What if?
I feel, though, that no matter what, we were destined to cross paths. I hold within me a strong belief that destiny is destiny and there’s very little messing with it.
Now look at us! Four kids, two dogs, three major moves under our belts, and your successful career change.
Sure we’ve had our share of depressions, mistakes, and broken remotes, but we’ve had way more good times than bad. The most amazing thing to me, though, is how we just get each other. I still think you pick on me too much. OK, so I really like it. Go figure?!
So, on your 39th birthday (I’m sorry to say it, baby, but let it be known that you look really good for a thirty-nine year old man) I want to wish you even more happiness, even more love, even more prosperity, even more orgasms, even more good times, and even more birthdays with me by your side.
Happy Birthday, Michael!
You’re my favorite.
Love Always,
Your Mishelle
