Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Middle week






These pictures are just good. They don't have any specific relevance except for that. The first is me and Andrew.
The next is us without Andrew.
The third is Cameron getting schooled on Warrior Cats. (When I heard Cameron say "Black Paw is my dawg! He played the whole village!", my love for him tripled.)
Next, a fool. I love him.
And last, Maw Maw Kay reading a "historical novel" with Bellie. A book about pirates, if you will.

As I get older, I realize I don't know nearly as much as I once thought I did. Or maybe I am just more open to suggestions. If the trend continues, I see myself sitting in a restaurant (much like JBBQ), and when asked what I would like to drink or what kind of salad dressing I would like, I just stare and think for a minute. The future looks confused and slow.

I do still know a few things. I know that life is like a college football stadium on game day. In each section, there is a jack ass. The key is to not be that jack ass. And stay far enough away so he can't spill his drink on you.

I know that there is always someone to love. I have cried many tears over good byes. I tend to let people into my heart. I mean, I let them really get in there. Some of you know this about me. I hurt myself with this trait. And then, the inevitable parting happens. But, as a dear friend once told me, there is always someone to love in the next place. Truest statement!

I know that God takes care of me. He actually seems to do more for me now that I am in the midst of a divorce. Who would have thought? Maybe I just see the small miracles because I am so desperate most of the time. That's ok. I am not sure, but I think God likes me. This is profound to me.

I know that life is complex, and love is the best part of it. I am talking about Tracy. Again. I just can't help it. He is so good. I mean really good. Beautiful in every way a man can be beautiful. He is mine. You cannot have him.

Life is about to change. I can feel it. Maybe it's the season, but things are shifting. I will bend. Love to you.

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