Love makes everything better.So, I have another sweet couple to tell you about today. R and R. Part of what makes them so adorable is that they almost have the same first name. Except hers ends with an "a". Yes, I thought they were precious before I even met them - when I'd only heard their names. Anyway, Mr. R moved in to Edgewood several months ago, while Mrs. R was in rehab. She visited several times and soooo wanted to move in, but her body just wasn't strong enough yet. So they waited. Finally, about two or three weeks ago, Mrs. R moved in to Edgewood, too. And, oh! if you could have only seen the smile on Mr. R's face they day she came to stay. I would have taken a picture, but his smile was too big to fit on the camera. *GRIN* Needless to say, I have been thoroughly enjoying watching the two of them together at Edgewood. Holding hands, walking together, sharing glances. It's beautiful. Then came Wednesday of this week. We had one of our favorite musicians in to entertain, and Mr. & Mrs. R had front-row seats. I stood across the atrium from where they were and just watched in delight. They were singing along with his songs and laughing at his jokes. But I noticed something different between them and everyone else. While the entire community was enjoying the show, Mr. and Mrs. R seemed to be enjoying it a few notches more than the rest. I watched, and I wondered. And then I felt I understood. R and R were enjoying the show so much, because they were watching it together - with the one they love. Love makes everything better. Disclaimer: The ideas and opinions expressed in this post are my own, and may not necessarily reflect those of Vista Springs Living Centers.
Friday, March 07, 2014
Thursday, March 06, 2014
Last week Brian and I were laying in bed talking when I decided I was too tired to keep up the conversation. I said, "I'm going to roll over now and go to sleep. And...if you get the urge to rub my back, please go ahead and do it." (Just trying to set my hubby up to make it look like this loving thing was all his idea. Totally selfless. Yep.) And I rolled over. And waited. No response.So I tried again. (very sweetly)"Even if you get the teeny tiniest little urge. Go ahead and just rub my back."Annnnnnd, he did!Yes, friends, you may steal my
Wednesday, March 05, 2014
I read a friend's post the other day about living in the moment with her kiddos. She lamented missing out on so much when they were really little, and encouraged young mothers to live the moments. Because kids really do grow up so fast.And that got me thinking. Scary, I know. I recalled several instances in recent evenings when I have sat at the table after dinner watching my kids poking at each other, teasing, and just having fun. They've been borderline obnoxious at times, but all in good fun. And I found myself laughing right along with my husband - as we took in the scene before us. I remember thinking, Please don't ask to be excused just yet. I'm having too much fun watching you. By many accounts, people would consider my kids "grown up". They get themselves ready for bed. I don't need to remind them to take showers. They make their own lunches for school. They are proficient in the kitchen - making cookies and brownies, pancakes and french toast, guacamole and several other concoctions. Quite simply, they don't "need" me like they did when they were little. Because they've been growing up. And I'm OK with that. It's true, I miss the days when the kids used to "fight" over who got to sit on mommy's or daddy's lap after dinner. And I would give anything to have them jump on the couch again and snuggle with me while we watched a Friday night movie. But they've out-grown those things. Even so, the moments of teenagers are still memorable and worth cherishing. Then I thought about the fact that my children still have a lot of growing up to do. Finishing school, deciding what to do after graduation, and beginning a new life in the great big world "out there". When that happens, they won't "need" me like they do today. And I'm deciding right now that I'll be OK with that, too. Because, regardless how "grown up" my kids get, there will still be moments to live.
Tuesday, March 04, 2014
So, last month I confessed here that I am a word nerd. Well, I have recently discovered I am also a word snob . That is, I don't like it when people use words incorrectly. Especially words with clear meanings. Like "literally". Which means actually; without exaggeration or inaccuracy. (In case you didn't know.) Anyway, this word-snob discovery happened when I was eavesdropping on a podcast to which my husband was listening. The speaker was talking about another man whose podcasts have become very successful and he said, "He has exploded. The guy is literally on fire!" In a teasing manner I said to Brian, "Boy, he doesn't sound very compassionate. This other guy is on fire - and Mr. Podcast seems happy about it." OK. I know what Mr. Podcast meant. But if I am to take him at his word - which is what you should do when someone is speaking to you, right? - then I'm having a hard time listening. Because if Mr. Newly Successful is literally on fire, and Mr. Podcast is that excited about it, well? I'm not sure he's the kind of guy I want filling my mind with information.Ya know?And that's when it finally sank in. I.am.a.word.snob. I don't want words to be worthless. Don't want them to lose their meaning. So it bothers me when people misuse them. *If you're hungry, say so. Don't claim that you're literally starving to death.*If you were just outside and it was really cold, tell me how cold you were. Don't tell me you were literally freezing.*And if you have lots of work to do, by all means, get on it. And ask me for help if there's something I can do to assist. But don't tell me you're literally up to your ears in paperwork. Because when you misuse words, they begin to lose their meaning. They become worthless as a mode of communication, because no one knows what you're really intending to say. When words are misused, they are stripped of their purpose. And that literally makes my skin crawl.*wink*
Friday, February 28, 2014
True friends don't come with strings.Have you ever had someone help you with something, and felt later as if you "owed" them back for the favor? As if the thing they did for you came with stings attached? Sometimes that happens. A person does you a favor - but they don't forget about it. And when their own need arises, they're quick to remind you of "that time" when they helped you. Don't get me wrong! I'm all for mutual support. I'm a big believer in the many-hands-make-light-work concept. But I saw an example this week of how that mutual benefit was impossible. And the picture of friendship it painted was inspiring. P has been having trouble with her computer and has a friend (J) who's been helping her get everything fixed. P has said to me more than once, "I feel like I am so indebted to J. He has spent so much time helping me with this computer." And I've tried to assure her that he helps her because he's a good friend. He likes to do things for her. Then, two days ago I was in P's apartment and had the privilege of meeting L, J's wife. L was standing at the ironing board pressing some of P's things. P told me, "She came over to check on me, and just started ironing my things." L simply smiled. I reminded P that friends take care of us, and she has good friends. P was quick to agree. And I was quick to be delighted. Here was this couple who had no real "obligation" to P. (They aren't related to her. They're simply her daughter's friends.) And there is clearly nothing P can do to benefit either one of them. She has enough trouble walking down to the dining room without wearing herself out. But that doesn't matter to J and L. They aren't looking for what she can do for them. They just care. They want to help P. And they aren't looking for anything in return. Just then, L asked, "Is there anything else that needs to be ironed?" When she realized there wasn't, she said good-bye and quietly excused herself. And as I watched her go it occurred to me: True friends don't come with strings. Disclaimer: The ideas and opinions expressed in this post are my own, and may not necessarily reflect those of Vista Springs Living Centers.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
The Sadies Hawkins dance took place on Saturday. And it gave me a great picture of the difference between girls and boys. Er, between Beauties and Beaus.About 4:30 several young ladies came over to our house and immediately went downstairs to Elizabeth's room to get ready for the dance.