In Awe

I've always been independent and willful *huge grin* as my beloved is fond of reminding me.

When those around you see you as such, they tend to forget that sometimes you just need to be taken care of, held, or just reminded that you’re special. You tend to forget that too. Those moments are rejuvenating, and give you the opportunity to pick back up again. Why am I saying this? Well, read on.

I teach during the day. So one lovely afternoon in lecture I get a knock on my door. One of the personnel from the admin office was standing there, grinning a huge grin. He says that I have a message at the front desk. I ask him to bring it to me since I was in the middle of a very important part of lecture. He asks if I’m sure, and I reply yes.

So, he brings it to me…in a gift of a dozen red roses and a teddy bear. HTE had sent me flowers. Until that moment, I’d never realized how something like that would affect me. So, I barely held it together and I hadn’t read the note yet.

“You’re doing a great job, SSgt Mom. Love, HTE.”

I cried. And everyone went on break with huge grins. What a wonderful, loving thing.

So, to my love, thank you for lifting me up, and letting me be me.

And to the other independent and willful women and munkies in my life…sometimes it’s okay to let someone take care of you. It’s also okay to trust that they’ll be there to hold you up when you need that lift to get you back to yourself. Sometimes you just have to let it be.

You know it's bad when...Dust Bunnies Create their OWN colonies

Steps echoed down the hallway. The walls of knowledge stood in silence, relieved that they hadn't been forgotten. They listened, waiting. With a jiggle of keys and the groan of a rusty lock turning, the doorway to the library opened.

The key bearer moved forward, allowing the flickering light of a lantern to bounce around the room. With a slight , she set the lantern down next to a massive tome.

With a soft flick of her hand and a breath of air against the pages, she sent thousands of dust bunnies to their quiet deaths.

Lesson learned: dust bunnies can’t die if you don’t allow them to colonize on your pages.

Good LORD, it’s been FOREVER since I updated this thing! I haven’t been online much lately. Why? Mostly bedrest and an incredible fear of losing my mind while working on a novella for a publishing company. You know it’s bad when the words you write haunt you in your sleep for weeks. LOL.

Great news on the kiddie. It’s a BOY! And HYPER!!!!! The Ultrasound tech was almost begging him to a) stop moving or b) stop being shy. It was pretty funny, actually. Of course, I cried a lot! Between the Elf holding my ankle (the only place he could touch during the US) and the doc cracking jokes about our son DEFINITELY being a boy, the tears fell faster. I was able to determine one thing, however, he’s either a natural born swimmer, or hates being cooped up. Either way, I expect to be bruised a LOT as he gets bigger.

We get to visit family this weekend. I’m SO excited!! My brother is a new uncle so I get to see how he feels. Mom is a new grandma so she’s freaking out. We also get to see the ladies this weekend! I can’t wait!

To my friends who’ve missed me while I was MIA: I’m sorry, and I’ve missed you guys like crazy.

To the MUNKY: I’VE UPDATED!!! *HUGE GRIN* I love you, lady!

To HTE, I love you, honey, with all my heart.

To all: Peace. I’m out. Have a safe Holiday.