It's going to be a good day!

To all who know me well this may come as a surprise, but sometimes I'm at a loss for words. Or it may be that I'm full of words but don't know how to express them very well.
For those times, I listen to music...

As I Wander...

"All that is gold does not glitter.

Not all those who wander are lost."
~ J.R.R. Tolkien

 

 

(Pictured: Edited version of "Wandering", by Patricia Gale)

My nephew

Andy

picture by Andrew Hull

My nephew, Andy, will be graduating this year with a Bachelor of Arts degree in Fine Arts. He will be continuing his education at one of 3 very notable Universities of which he will receive his MFA (Master of Fine Arts) degree.

Amazingly gifted, Andy has been the inspiration of many, including my own son and I am certain he will be a positive contribution to the artistic industry.

I love you, Andy, and I am sooooo very proud of you!

~ Aunt Sheryl

My Family

The following was written by a little girl in pencil on lined notebook paper. It had been framed and was sitting on her mother's nightstand when she found it some 40 years later. It's rather silly and somewhat corny, but that's because I am the one who wrote it.  I'm posting it because it reminds me how much I really do love and need my family. That no matter how hard I have tried to push them away, they were always there for me... even when I wasn't there for them.

My Family

I have a family who knows when I'm sad,

And helps when I need it without getting mad.

And when I am angry they don't get upset,

But comfort and talk to me and help me forget.

They are there when I need them but will leave when I say.

And I hope that they know they are never in my way.

Not diamonds, not pearls, nor silver or gold,

Could ever replace the love that they hold.

And I hope there are more with a family as kind,

A family they love, a family like mine.

Beautiful Peace for Beautiful Birgit

 

My friend's mom, Birgit, passed away the other day. I only knew her for a short while but I felt as close to her as I do my own mom. So much like my own mom I could talk to her about anything. Share with her the simple, silly things that only a mom would listen to. But my feelings can in no way be close to what my friend must be feeling. The only thing that makes it better is in knowing that I have been blessed with having two wonderful mom's in my life. Two beautiful angels who are, in my eyes, what God is all about... kindness and caring without judgment.

I love you, Birgit, and I will miss you
 

Maybe if I didn't have so many of these kind of days, I wouldn't have to connect so many dots!

~ Meesharie

You may have it, too. It manifests itself like this: This afternoon I decided to water the lawn, but as I reached for the hose, I noticed the car needed washing, but as I headed for the garage to wash the car, I noticed the mail that I brought up from the mailbox yesterday was still unopened, so I laid my car keys on the table, started going through the mail, throwing the junk in the garbage, but noticed that the can was full, so I decided to first take out the garbage, but then I thought since I was going to be near the mailbox when I took out the garbage I might as well pay some bills first, so I found my checkbook and started to write a check only to notice that it's the last one, so I went to my desk to get another book of checks, where I found a can of Coke that I had opened this morning, but as I moved the Coke to dig for the checks I noticed it was getting warm, so I decided to put it in the refrigerator and headed for the kitchen, but I noticed the flowers on the kitchen counter needed water, so I set down the Coke and discovered the reading glasses I had searched for all morning, so I headed for my desk to put them away, but first, I'd better water these flowers, so I put my glasses back on the counter, filled a pitcher with water, and suddenly noticed that someone had left the remote control on the kitchen table, which means that, when we try to watch TV tonight, we'll start looking for the remote but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decided to put it back in the den where it belonged, but first I'd better water these flowers, but as I started to pour water into the vase it dripped on the floor, so I put the remote control back on the table, found a rag, wiped up the spill, and then headed down the hall trying to remember what it in the hell it was that I was going to do today!

(Found posted by MansonM at JoeUser.com)

Where do I begin? Well, that would have to be with what I cherish the most... my son, Cody. He's a tough act to follow but I'm his mom so it can't be that tough... right?

Captured by Cody

Cody drew this picture of a man he saw playing guitar down by the beach where we live. I have never met him nor have I heard him play, but his music will forever warm my heart.

Mr. Music Man...

May you feel the warmth of all the hearts you have touched...

Thank you for touching mine.

~ Meesharie