Resting Place




She loves him


It sure has been a while my friends.  I wanted to post and let you all know that we are all alive and well.  We are still waiting for some VA benefits to come through for my mom to get some help.  It certainly is taking a long time.  But for now, we are surviving.

The story behind this pic.  We just finished a VA mandated medical eval.  Here they are, waiting on their wheelchair accessible taxi.  And my mother insisted I return to work while they wait.  As I slipped into my car, I grabbed my camera and took this picture.  Little did I know the emotion that would swirl through me a week later when I uploaded my pics for editing.  I started to cry.

She loves him.

Take me out to the ball game…


I love summer, but more than summer, I love Spring.  Daffodils are my most favorite flower.  Can you guess why?  They signify the end of the cold and the start of the warm.  If you have followed me through the winter, you probably know by now that this girl was not made for cold weather.  I don’t mind one big snow during the winter season, but after that, you can have it back Alaska!  And sometimes the winters seem so long in Virginia.  I also know that I don’t have much room to complain next to where my husband is from….Massachusetts.  We’ll just say a big “no, thank you.” to that idea.  But back to Spring, warmth and daffodils, one other thing that Spring brings is the start of Baseball season!  And I can’t think of a better way to spend a warm sunny day, than to grab a lawn chair, a cold iced tea, and my favorite baseball cap (whichever team my son is playing on that season) and watch some baseball.  Yes sir, this mom has been sitting on her keister, spring and fall for the past 8 years.  And for the past three years, we have been running back and forth between little leagues and middle school ball.  It’s ok though, it means we are out and about and not stuck inside with cabin fever.

I have this newfound appreciation for black and whites.  Taking away the distraction of color, leaves me with more detail for my own critical eye.  I feel like I am such a horrible judge of color.  I don’t know exactly how red, red is supposed to be or if my blue is too green or too purple, and sometimes I really just don’t want to deal with that mess.  Sometimes I just want to be captured in the moment.  To appreciate the catcher and the batter and the ball getting ready to be hit.  The fence and the dugout and the trees behind.  Yes, I know the sky is blue, the grass is green, and the dirt is orange.  But take that away, you are left with a player on the field in the middle of a game, and man whatta hit! 🙂

Enjoy the sun!  Close your eyes, take a deep breath, throw back your head and bask in the sunlight. ❤

Daddy’s Hands



He wants to write a book.  In this story, he is the able hero who rescues a missing Pastor’s daughter and solves the murder of JFK with his two best comrades from the Army while dealing with the Mexican cartels and Vladimir Putin.  I told him I couldn’t wait to read it.  So he wrote, about 15 pages and has just concluded the end of his novel.  He is asking me to type it for him.  And I will.  

 He wants a small slide-in camper for the new truck he wants to buy, so he can drive my mother back to Arizona to see the Grand Canyon again.  He asks me to research it on the internet and is a bit disappointed when the closest place to purchase the one he wants is in North Carolina, the second is in Utah.  We watch youtube videos about the camper and he shows me the inside.  He points out where his grandson will sit to play his video games and which bed is mine.  He asks me to research a Mazda dealership in the area and where he might be able to purchase a lift kit for the back so he can bring along his new motorized wheelchair.  

He wants to play the guitar.  He asks me to bring it with me next time I visit.  He asks me to lay it across his lap and to hold it while he strums away.  He wonders why his left hand won’t grip the neck like it used to.  It’s okay, I play the chords he calls out to me and he hums along, eyes closed.

I love him.  And I wish, more than anything, that he could be young again…