29 November is my paternal grandmother's birthday.
She was born in 1898 and would have been the ripe old age of 109 years old!
She was wonderful to her grandchildren and had a soft spot in her heart for me.
Although, all of her grandchildren may have thought that.
She had a way of making you feel very special...
as if there was no place on earth she would rather be than with you.
I miss her very much and think of her every day
but especially at this time of year.
Her favorite song was Ave Maria -the Perry Como version.
Although I don't remember going to church with her
I do remember that she modeled a true Christian way of living.
Now that I am a grandmother myself,
I model myself after her.
And there shall come forth a rod out of the stem of Jesse
and a branch shall grow out of his roots.
And the spirit of the Lord shall rest upon him,
the spirit of wisdom and understanding,
the spirit of counsel and might,
the spirit of knowledge,
and the fear of the Lord.
All day and much of yesterday I have been watching
the tiny lowlands parking lot out my windows.
Here on this rather tiny island,
Christmas trees are for sale as the biggest fundraiser of the school year.
Mothers and fathers collect monies and trim down the trunks with a hand saw.
Children run about in the park yelling and laughing...
they don't feel the cold
but there is a rusty old metal burn barrel with a smoky fire
to warm up chilly hands.
Earlier I saw a man with a big white beard, just like Santa
stuff a big tree into the back of his white SUV,
climb into the drivers side,
and head toward home with the back open and the top of the tree hanging out.
Families bring wagons through the wooded path,
But Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart.
There are times when you happen to be glancing at a loved one....
perhaps they are filling a glass of water at the fridge,
or sweeping the kitchen floor,
or watching a certain commercial on TV,
and your heart is filled with such love for them.
You could never put it into words.
It would be like trying to write down the light
that shines through the window and glistens on their shoulder.
That is when I think of this verse...
and the earlier one -1:46
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I am thankful that I am able to live so close to the beach.
i am thankful for my husband, Joe,
who I love with all my heart.
We have known one another since we were 11 years old.
We met playing truth or dare during recess behind the 6th grade elementary school.
He dared to kiss me.
We have circled around a lot since then...
I've zigged and he's zagged...
we've looped and curly-cued and even done a few straight lines
to get to where we are now.
He's been my inspiration, my guiding star, my best friend, my husband
I am thankful for my daughter, Hannah.
She is getting her masters at Salem University
and working so hard.
She was the first person that I ever loved more than I love myself.