This week I’m thankful for:
1) old friends. I met up with two high school gal pals yesterday. I’ve not seen one in over thirty years. For me, this visit was a true gift. Both are beautiful women and its a shame that we haven’t been able to connect more often since graduating high school. My only wish? That we could’ve spent more than just one afternoon together. Yet I’m grateful for the time we had.
2) my nephew who saved my blog, Out One Ear, from accidental deletion. After approximately twelve down hours, the blog is back up and running. Yay! I didn’t realize how much I enjoyed connecting with all of you until the blog temporarily vanished. Continue reading →
(I’m a bit tardy to the thankful party because of computer issues. But I thought it was better to be a bit late than to miss out entirely.)
I love Sundays and thinking about all the things I’m thankful for. And although I have many blessing in my life, here are this week’s top ten:
1) During my Costa Rican vacation, there were no frantic or emergency-related calls from home. As the mother of Lindsey, this hasn’t always been the case. Usually some crisis occurs when we travel. But not this time, I’m grateful her life was filled with peace and harmony while I was out of the country.
2) The place we rented in Samara (near the beach) had a troupe of vocal holler monkeys that announced each visit to our backyard. (When I first heard them, my initial thoughts were that a sick or hurt dog was nearby.) I’m thankful that the troupe included daddies and mommies and babies (oh my!). I feel so lucky!
3) For the many walks on Samara and/or Carillo beach every single day. Continue reading →
Lindsey and Nick recently offered some marriage advice in honor of their first anniversary. The post was far more popular than any of us expected. It turns out that this couple really enjoys giving advice. “I think we’re good at it,” Lindsey said. Nick stood by her side, nodding in agreement. So the couple has agreed to offer their sage advice from time to time. If you have a question about life, love, (or even them), please send it to: email@example.com Attn: Get advice from Lindsey and Nick.
Dear Lindsey and Nick:
I’ve been looking for love, but I can’t find it. Where should I look? ~Mr. Lonely
Lindsey: Don’t look for love in all the wrong places.
Nick: Check the person out, make sure the person you pick is sweet and loving.
Lindsey: No bars! Don’t look in bars because people get drunk in bars and have fights and bars are smoky and stinky.
Nick: Look for people you grew up with. That’s how I found Lindsey.
Lindsey: You could go on a trip and hook-up on an airplane or at a really nice restaurant.
Nick: And don’t jump into marriage right away or you’ll get a divorce.
Lindsey: And once you meet someone, you need to know him for more than two months. Probably more like one year before you get too serious.
Lindsey and Nick: If the first person you find doesn’t work out, keep trying. Keep the faith. Never give up on love.
If you have a question that you’d like Lindsey and Nick to answer, please send it to firstname.lastname@example.org, Attn: Get Advice From Lindsey and Nick.
It’s not easy to be married. Marriage isn’t a fairytale, it’s hard work. That’s the cautionary advice Nick and Lindsey have for other newlyweds.
This special couple–who both have varying special needs–will celebrate their first anniversary on Monday. Last week they agreed to be interviewed and I learned that their first few months of marriage were filled with lots of hurdles.
“It wasn’t exactly like we thought it would be,” Lindsey said, telling me they’d spent much of their time arguing about how to spend money, how to divide chores, and how to stay out of each other’s space.
Am I the only mother out there who looked forward to motherhood, but also looked forward to the day her child would eventually move out of the family home?
I can’t say I wished or even thought about my children moving away when they were babies. I loved cradling those seven pound eight ounce bundles in my arms; I loved singing and reading and nursing and burping and changing diapers too. As Lindsey and Michael grew, I beamed when they learned the alphabet, kicked soccer balls, built sand castles, ran outfield on the Challenger’s softball team, sang in choir, or played saxophone in the junior high band. I celebrated every season of my kid’s lives.
In many ways, Lindsey was a typical teenager who challenged every rule. She’d yell, stomp out of a room, slam doors. She talked about her anticipated independence from us. All. The. Time.