Things You May Not Know About Me ( And May Not Be Interested In Anyway)
1. I’m all about family. My husband and my children are the greatest blessings in my life. I’ve loved this man since I was 16 years old. What can I say? He is my rock and my best friend. These two boys (men) we’ve had together are the absolute joy of my life and my favorite activity has been/is watching them grow and change and accomplish wonderful things in life. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t reminisce about something they said or did when they were little. Those were the best days of my life and the memories are treasures more precious than gold. When it’s all said and done, they are my best-seller, my masterpiece and my greatest accomplishment. No pressure guys, but I’m expecting great things every day! LOL
2. I read. Everything. I can spend hours in a bookstore. I can’t get enough. And if there’s nothing to read, I will read a dictionary or encyclopedia. My dearest friends know that gifting me with a stack of magazines is better than food or money. When I fell in love with reading, it became a lifelong passion.
3. I write. Not often enough. But my mind is spinning in high gear all the time with ideas, plots, scenes and I want to write at least one book before I die. I don’t care about being famous. I care about putting my thoughts down on paper. Well, being famous wouldn’t be a bad thing.
4. The beach. It’s my Garden of Eden. It draws me back again and again and I am mesmerized by the sand and shells and tide. I’m not a sun worshipper. My favorite time of day at the beach is a couple of hours before sundown. Put me in a chair, on the beach, with a book. Or without a book. I can stare into the horizon and be happy–endlessly. Life is good at the beach.
5. I’m loyal. To the end. If I love you, I adore you. I’d most likely take a bullet for you. (Each situation will be evaluated on a case by case basis). I will wash your feet and make chicken noodle soup for you. Anybody who dares say a word about you behind your back will have me to deal with. You will not find a more loyal supporter. But, if you betray me, you will only get the opportunity once. I know. It’s a serious character flaw. They say confession is good for the soul. So, there it is. I’m not happy about it and I’m working on it. A very wise man (my mentor/pastor/friend) once told me that it’s because of my strong sense of loyalty. Since I am loyal to the point of becoming your biggest fan and raising your children if you ask me to, I expect it to be reciprocated. Unfortunately, most people are not wired that way. They will be on your side as long as it’s convenient or profitable for them. So, when you pray, put me on your list. He’s still working on me.
6. Life is the best gift. I’ve already told you that I don’t get bored. I’m easily entertained. I’m happy being with the people I love. Life is about simple things to me: a good book, holding my husband’s hand, sharing a meal together as a family, walking on the beach, watching a good movie, listening to music, eating cheesecake (where did that come from)? I don’t have that sense of restlessness or discontentment that I’ve heard people talk about. I’m happy. And God put some special people in my life that perpetuate that happiness every day. When it’s all said and done, I am blessed and thankful.
7. As I get older, my childhood gets sweeter. Back then, I thought things could be improved on a lot. But looking back I realize I lived in a very simple time and I had it better than I thought I did. I didn’t have a lot of “things” but I had parents who loved me. I had a large extended family that was active in our lives and I have precious memories of each of them. We played outside for hours and enjoyed nature and never gave a thought to our safety. My daddy entertained us with stories around the dinner table every night and moma tucked us in with a kiss at bedtime. We had everything we really needed. We enjoyed what we had but never really appreciated it for what it was...the result of hard work. The meat we ate came from cows/hogs daddy butchered. We had fresh eggs and fresh milk from a cow moma milked every morning before work (I have difficulty just finding my shoes in the morning). We ate peas and beans and sometimes beans and peas. I thought I’d never eat them again but I do. Every vegetable came from our garden. Christmas was simple and good. We knew we were safe and loved. In other words, we had all the things that really count. You did good, moma and daddy. Thanks.