I've never considered myself a classical person. My tastes in music and art are quite eclectic and varied. I like what I like and it does not particularly matter if its country, jazz, pop, classical or blues, reggae, punk or folk music. I even like Irish music and polkas. Its more about what speaks to me at the time. I’m the same with art. I love some of the impressionists, but the I like the classics too. Monet is one of my favorites (the colors are phenominal) , but so is Van Gogh (starry night). Oh, I also love Robert Wood (I grew up staring at one of his prints over the sofa in daddys office) and Andy Warhol (marilyn, its amazing). See what I mean, extremely eclectic.
I also enjoy reading, but not what you might imagine. I like dime store mystery novels (Elizabeth Peters and Rita Mae Brown), seasonal murder mysteries (I have to read the latest halloween and christmas murder mystery) and 1960s poetry (cause Im a closet hippie if you didn't know), I love self help books (7 Habits gets me every time) and I really love a good devotional. History books and biographies are also huge draws and a Tom Clancy book will entertain me for days. Oh, and Jane Austin, need I say more?
Im really not much for video games. My vice is Mrs. Pac Man if you must know and I have been known to waste an unusual amount of time crushing candies, but thats about the extent of my game talent.
But, tv is another thing. I've discovered in my “new normal” that I really just want to laugh. Gone is the desire for serious, action packed drama. The draw to intense crime shows has faded as well. I use to enjoy my share of “reality tv” but thats not so much any more now, with the addition of netflix and dish on demand, I really like comedies. I want to laugh.
After a long day of work or an afternoon of bad news outlining our devasted economy, another shooting on an army base, missing planes, crazy politicians, whats up with health care and more people looking for work than ever before. I find it incredibly soothing to watch something honest, wholesome and funny. Must be the simple woman in me. I just want to laugh. So thats the question of the hour. What makes you laugh? Is it cat videos on u-tube? Is it a sit com with 4 Nerdy scientists? What about a red-headed single mom with an ex-husband next door? Maybe its a show
about Ducks or a sponge shaped cartoon. I don't know, but each one of these has helped me to forget about the crazies in this world and reboot.
My family seems to really love these dark, criminal shows (minds and blacklist) and as good as they may be, if I allow them, they suck me in with a sinister force akin to watching a train wreck. They make me kindof sad. I just cannot watch them. It's true, I tell my kiddos that these shows kill your soul. I receive a lot of ridicule and eye rolling but that's ok. One day they will understand.
There comes a time when you just want to laugh. I think everyone does.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Sweet Gum Balls and New Visions
They are all over the yard. In the flower beds, in the driveway and under the porch. Gum Balls are one of the annual rites of spring. Until now they have been something of a blight on my springtime. These round spiky things fall from the trees covering our front yard. They create a virtual field of land mines that can be quite unpleasant if you step on them with bare feet. That's another reason gum balls are not well received in our yard. Everyone wants to be able to enjoy warm, fresh, new spring grass with bare feet and these little spiky balls are a rather effective deterrent.
But a strange thing has occurred this year. I've found myself growing interested in them. Fascinated I suppose, by how they fall from our huge trees and drift down to the ground, covering the front yard in a folk art styled, Polk-a-dotted pattern. They are actually kind-of pretty.
My husband counts them as one of the top ten things he hates about landscaping. More probably they are number one at the top of the list of ten things he hates about landscaping in Georgia.
But I kind-of like em. This year I've taken to collecting them. My spring has been different from any other spring before so it falls to reason that I would take a different view of these guys. I've collected them in bags, I've taken them and dried them out, I've spray painted them and I have made things out of them. Now I'm picking them up and deposited them around flowers, potted plants and lawn art. I don't know why. For some reason, this year I'm seeing beauty in them.
They are beautiful. They look like little star bursts. Some of them are a caramel brown and just feel warm with raised edges and spikes, others are chocolate brown with deep holes. They seem cooler and smell of dried leaves and springtime, the spiky things are gone but they still remind me of stars. Still others are fuzzy and worn down by weather and other elements. But all of them are fun.
I don't know, I don't know what it is. Seeing beauty in things that maybe no one else sees beauty in. Suddenly I've gotten it. Its hit me. They are beautiful and I guess that is kind-of like a lot of things out there that we take for granted and look at every day and never really notice. There is a lot of beauty out there. I've missed it for years. So I am going to take a different approach. I am going to look for beauty in those things that I did not think were so beautiful, not even attractive. I'm going to look for beauty. It just feels right. Feels healthy. A different view. Yep, I'm gonna take a different view.
Looking for and finding beauty in life, in nature and in my front yard. In gum balls.
But a strange thing has occurred this year. I've found myself growing interested in them. Fascinated I suppose, by how they fall from our huge trees and drift down to the ground, covering the front yard in a folk art styled, Polk-a-dotted pattern. They are actually kind-of pretty.
My husband counts them as one of the top ten things he hates about landscaping. More probably they are number one at the top of the list of ten things he hates about landscaping in Georgia.
But I kind-of like em. This year I've taken to collecting them. My spring has been different from any other spring before so it falls to reason that I would take a different view of these guys. I've collected them in bags, I've taken them and dried them out, I've spray painted them and I have made things out of them. Now I'm picking them up and deposited them around flowers, potted plants and lawn art. I don't know why. For some reason, this year I'm seeing beauty in them.
They are beautiful. They look like little star bursts. Some of them are a caramel brown and just feel warm with raised edges and spikes, others are chocolate brown with deep holes. They seem cooler and smell of dried leaves and springtime, the spiky things are gone but they still remind me of stars. Still others are fuzzy and worn down by weather and other elements. But all of them are fun.
I don't know, I don't know what it is. Seeing beauty in things that maybe no one else sees beauty in. Suddenly I've gotten it. Its hit me. They are beautiful and I guess that is kind-of like a lot of things out there that we take for granted and look at every day and never really notice. There is a lot of beauty out there. I've missed it for years. So I am going to take a different approach. I am going to look for beauty in those things that I did not think were so beautiful, not even attractive. I'm going to look for beauty. It just feels right. Feels healthy. A different view. Yep, I'm gonna take a different view.
Looking for and finding beauty in life, in nature and in my front yard. In gum balls.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Rosemary's Granddaughter
I am Rosemary's granddaughter, the spitting image of my father and when the day is done my mothers still my biggest fan. Sometimes, I'm clueless and I'm clumsy but I've got friends who love me and they know just where I stand. Thats all a part of me and who I am. (Who I Am, written by Danielle Bradbery).
Rosa is my Grandmother. If there ever was a role model for the characters of Steel Magnolia, the movie, it was my Grandmother. She was the perfect example of a strong, educated, well mannered and well read, perfectly manicured and meticulously groomed, beautifully articulate, goal oriented, organized, prayer warrior, southern lady. She was ALWAYS a lady. At just A little over 5 feet and a perfect size 6 her entire life (we hated her). She taught me the power of prayer and consistency. She had an amazing accent that could mesmerize and I could listen to her speak for hours. She was a disciplined disciple of Christ that I wish I knew better. But her lessons from life remain with me to this day. She was definitely Grace under pressure. Married to my Grandfather for over 50 years and lived thru amazing experiences. She raised my mother and aunt while granddaddy was in the Navy during WWII. (But that's another story). Yes, Grace under Pressure. I gotta get me some of that. I hope I have gotten some of that.
George William is my father. My daddy. The Wiese family characteristics are very strong and the German heritage runs deep. Most of my dad's family immigrated from Germany around turn of the century. My daddy grew up on a dairy farm in Wisconsin during The Great Depression. Dad would share stories about studying for school by kerosine lamp light while sitting on orange crates. But my daddy was a dreamer, an adventurer, an entrepreneur. He left the farm and served in Korea, when he returned to the states he went out to "seek his fortune", he jumped trains and traveled across the country, started his own trucking business, was the first in his family to graduate from college and went on to law school, which he completed in 3 years graduating with honors from Emory Law School. He was a football/baseball coach, spades playing, chairman of the Republican Party In Henry County who wrote a regular article for the county paper for years. Daddy taught me to dream. He instilled in me the belief that I could do anything I set my mind to do. That NOTHING was impossible. He was the most generous, humble, creative, spontaneous, forgiving, intelligent, stubborn, God fearing man of prayer. He was truly the best man I've ever known. Oh he could make me crazy but I never doubted his love for me. The Bible says that our earthly father gives us an example of the love our Heavenly Father, yep that was my dad. I miss him.
Judith is my mom. She is and has always been my anchor. She was my mommy, my confidant, my counselor and best friend, my teacher and cohort in crime, We could shop like nobody's business and momma gave me many precious gifts then let me go to live them out. My sweet momma. Momma was a debutant. A stunningly beautiful woman who had a social calendar to make Paris Hilton take notice. She attended Belhaven back when it was an all girls college. She is a concert pianist with the voice of a trained soprano. Her southern accent is musical and magical. She's the quiet artist with a heart of pure gold. She was an admistrative assistant extraordinaire, President of the PTA, Henry County's first Allstate Agent, the secretary for the Dekalb YMCA and our Church Secretary for over 10 years. Mom reads extensively and journals excessively. Every time I turn around she's writing another book. Mom is a woman of God who spent her time reading His word and seeking his face with Prayer serving as a lifeline that guided her life. She's a rare breed of gentle womanliness that is all but extinct in this world. She taught me to sew, to paint, to care for flowers and puppies, to be nice when no one else was nice, to cross my legs and wear a slip (do those even still exist?). To put other people first, to say yes mam and no sir and NOT to call boys. Momma never perspired, she hated all forms of exercise and believed in the less is more philosophy. (Though a precious little puppy has got her walking now. . . Go Ginger go). She taught me to love and to love myself without thinking to highly of myself. How did she do that? thru faith. She showed me Jesus and just what he could do in your life. She taught me to live and then she let me go. That's the amazing thing about her. She let me go, making no demands on me. Wow. I realize as my children get older just how hard that is. I gotta get me some of that too.
The older I get the more I realize how little I know. As a young woman, I had all the answers but now, not so much. Mark and I often laugh at how crazy life is. All those answers we once had, well they don't mean squat. All bets are off and we slosh thru our days as best we can. I can honestly tell you that half of where I've walked I would never have dreamed Id walk. But I have learned one thing that is vital. I gotta be true to who I am. A extremely flawed christian woman who loves her husband (how crazy is that after 25 years), a disciple of the living God who is most effective when on her knees, a aging mother completely enthralled with her family, watching with great joy as her children grow and learn to stand on their own. I am a closet hippy who dreams of living on the beach with a martini and a sketch book, a mystery book lover who has been known to read the last chapter first, a dreamer, a seamstress, a musician wannabe, a journaler, and feminist (after a fashion) that still believes in stay at home moms, Cinderella and happy endings, a Steel Magnolia holding hard to her heritage. Yep, I am definitely getting me some of that.
That is thanks to Rosa, George and Judith.
Rosa is my Grandmother. If there ever was a role model for the characters of Steel Magnolia, the movie, it was my Grandmother. She was the perfect example of a strong, educated, well mannered and well read, perfectly manicured and meticulously groomed, beautifully articulate, goal oriented, organized, prayer warrior, southern lady. She was ALWAYS a lady. At just A little over 5 feet and a perfect size 6 her entire life (we hated her). She taught me the power of prayer and consistency. She had an amazing accent that could mesmerize and I could listen to her speak for hours. She was a disciplined disciple of Christ that I wish I knew better. But her lessons from life remain with me to this day. She was definitely Grace under pressure. Married to my Grandfather for over 50 years and lived thru amazing experiences. She raised my mother and aunt while granddaddy was in the Navy during WWII. (But that's another story). Yes, Grace under Pressure. I gotta get me some of that. I hope I have gotten some of that.
George William is my father. My daddy. The Wiese family characteristics are very strong and the German heritage runs deep. Most of my dad's family immigrated from Germany around turn of the century. My daddy grew up on a dairy farm in Wisconsin during The Great Depression. Dad would share stories about studying for school by kerosine lamp light while sitting on orange crates. But my daddy was a dreamer, an adventurer, an entrepreneur. He left the farm and served in Korea, when he returned to the states he went out to "seek his fortune", he jumped trains and traveled across the country, started his own trucking business, was the first in his family to graduate from college and went on to law school, which he completed in 3 years graduating with honors from Emory Law School. He was a football/baseball coach, spades playing, chairman of the Republican Party In Henry County who wrote a regular article for the county paper for years. Daddy taught me to dream. He instilled in me the belief that I could do anything I set my mind to do. That NOTHING was impossible. He was the most generous, humble, creative, spontaneous, forgiving, intelligent, stubborn, God fearing man of prayer. He was truly the best man I've ever known. Oh he could make me crazy but I never doubted his love for me. The Bible says that our earthly father gives us an example of the love our Heavenly Father, yep that was my dad. I miss him.
Judith is my mom. She is and has always been my anchor. She was my mommy, my confidant, my counselor and best friend, my teacher and cohort in crime, We could shop like nobody's business and momma gave me many precious gifts then let me go to live them out. My sweet momma. Momma was a debutant. A stunningly beautiful woman who had a social calendar to make Paris Hilton take notice. She attended Belhaven back when it was an all girls college. She is a concert pianist with the voice of a trained soprano. Her southern accent is musical and magical. She's the quiet artist with a heart of pure gold. She was an admistrative assistant extraordinaire, President of the PTA, Henry County's first Allstate Agent, the secretary for the Dekalb YMCA and our Church Secretary for over 10 years. Mom reads extensively and journals excessively. Every time I turn around she's writing another book. Mom is a woman of God who spent her time reading His word and seeking his face with Prayer serving as a lifeline that guided her life. She's a rare breed of gentle womanliness that is all but extinct in this world. She taught me to sew, to paint, to care for flowers and puppies, to be nice when no one else was nice, to cross my legs and wear a slip (do those even still exist?). To put other people first, to say yes mam and no sir and NOT to call boys. Momma never perspired, she hated all forms of exercise and believed in the less is more philosophy. (Though a precious little puppy has got her walking now. . . Go Ginger go). She taught me to love and to love myself without thinking to highly of myself. How did she do that? thru faith. She showed me Jesus and just what he could do in your life. She taught me to live and then she let me go. That's the amazing thing about her. She let me go, making no demands on me. Wow. I realize as my children get older just how hard that is. I gotta get me some of that too.
The older I get the more I realize how little I know. As a young woman, I had all the answers but now, not so much. Mark and I often laugh at how crazy life is. All those answers we once had, well they don't mean squat. All bets are off and we slosh thru our days as best we can. I can honestly tell you that half of where I've walked I would never have dreamed Id walk. But I have learned one thing that is vital. I gotta be true to who I am. A extremely flawed christian woman who loves her husband (how crazy is that after 25 years), a disciple of the living God who is most effective when on her knees, a aging mother completely enthralled with her family, watching with great joy as her children grow and learn to stand on their own. I am a closet hippy who dreams of living on the beach with a martini and a sketch book, a mystery book lover who has been known to read the last chapter first, a dreamer, a seamstress, a musician wannabe, a journaler, and feminist (after a fashion) that still believes in stay at home moms, Cinderella and happy endings, a Steel Magnolia holding hard to her heritage. Yep, I am definitely getting me some of that.
That is thanks to Rosa, George and Judith.
Monday, March 10, 2014
Smiles
Things that make me smile, the simple surprises that pop up out of nowhere and alter the course of my thoughts and the perspective of my day. Yet, These wonderful moments can be so easily missed. Lost in the whirl of life that consumed my consciousness daily. I've been noticing them a lot more though lately. Especially as I journey into what I've labeled #MyNewNormal.
Thought I'd list a few for you and then challenge you to make your own collection. It's something God has impressed on me. The state of thankfulness and gratitude for what he's given me. The perfect gift giver.
Light streaming thru my bedroom window in the morning.
The snorting and snuffles of 2 little black Pugs.
Mark listening to the Gaither's Homecoming.
The noise of Coffee brewing in my sister-in-laws kitchen.
A midnight rainstorm.
Duke stretched out asleep on the living room sofa.
A huge Hawk sitting in a tree in the side yard
A good old fashioned Watson Family Adventure, van ride, pranks, wrestling match and all.
Tori, tossing that beautiful hair and laughing out loud at brudder.
Mac and cheese.
Early morning quiet time.
Chris transforming into Fredrick at 5 pm.
Lights on the Christmas tree.
Chili in the crock pot.
The hymn: Wonderful Grace of Jesus.
The house down the street that use to have a trailer coming out of it.
Pride and Prejudice.
An afternoon at Hobby Lobby
My old pink Barbie jeep.
Barry playing basketball.
Momma crocheting playing the piano.
My bird feeders filled with wild bird seed.
Memories of Gin Rummy with Mimi and Momma Stogner.
The Bible John and Rosa Cleghorn gave me for Graduation that I still use.
Mark cutting potatoes for French fries.
Lavender in the yard.
Day trips and weekends in Helen, Ga.
Watching Harry Potter with my Bear.
Sitting on my deck in the morning.
Mark, getting ready for a race.
Warm corn bread.
Dinners with Vicki at OCharlies.
Hanna dancing in the living room.
Covenant Christian Academies Campus.
The smell of summer.
Dukes Antics
Barry with Pugs
Jonquils blooming in the yard.
My Daddy's old Indiana Jones Hat on my wall and his boat that sits in my side yard.
Old Columbo movies.
A gentle breeze in Chris and Tracy's back yard.
Pastor Bills pre-sermon prayer. "No one came here to hear the words of a mere man."
Watching my girls play soccer.
Sitting with girlfriends sharing life's joys and tears.
My family enjoying a meal I cooked.
Mark leading small group.
Hanna and her big pink panther
Snowfall in Cumming.
An afternoon at Shear Designs with Mom, Tracy, Mary, Julie, Liz, Tori and Hanna doing our impression of Steel Magnolias.
A text from my son
Watching the sunrise in Belize with my daughter.
Climbing a volcano with my son.
Barry on the trampoline.
The crackle of the bonfire.
The sound of a fire truck.
Tori meeting me for lunch.
Laughing with my husband in bed.
So many wonderful smiles. So many beautiful gifts. Why do I so often not slow down to see them and appreciate them. It's taken my "New Normal" to show them to me. I am so lucky.
Light streaming thru my bedroom window in the morning.
The snorting and snuffles of 2 little black Pugs.
Mark listening to the Gaither's Homecoming.
The noise of Coffee brewing in my sister-in-laws kitchen.
A midnight rainstorm.
Duke stretched out asleep on the living room sofa.
A huge Hawk sitting in a tree in the side yard
A good old fashioned Watson Family Adventure, van ride, pranks, wrestling match and all.
Tori, tossing that beautiful hair and laughing out loud at brudder.
Mac and cheese.
Early morning quiet time.
Chris transforming into Fredrick at 5 pm.
Lights on the Christmas tree.
Chili in the crock pot.
The hymn: Wonderful Grace of Jesus.
The house down the street that use to have a trailer coming out of it.
Pride and Prejudice.
An afternoon at Hobby Lobby
My old pink Barbie jeep.
Barry playing basketball.
Momma crocheting playing the piano.
My bird feeders filled with wild bird seed.
Memories of Gin Rummy with Mimi and Momma Stogner.
The Bible John and Rosa Cleghorn gave me for Graduation that I still use.
Mark cutting potatoes for French fries.
Lavender in the yard.
Day trips and weekends in Helen, Ga.
Watching Harry Potter with my Bear.
Sitting on my deck in the morning.
Mark, getting ready for a race.
Warm corn bread.
Dinners with Vicki at OCharlies.
Hanna dancing in the living room.
Covenant Christian Academies Campus.
The smell of summer.
Dukes Antics
Barry with Pugs
Jonquils blooming in the yard.
My Daddy's old Indiana Jones Hat on my wall and his boat that sits in my side yard.
Old Columbo movies.
A gentle breeze in Chris and Tracy's back yard.
Pastor Bills pre-sermon prayer. "No one came here to hear the words of a mere man."
Watching my girls play soccer.
Sitting with girlfriends sharing life's joys and tears.
My family enjoying a meal I cooked.
Mark leading small group.
Hanna and her big pink panther
Snowfall in Cumming.
An afternoon at Shear Designs with Mom, Tracy, Mary, Julie, Liz, Tori and Hanna doing our impression of Steel Magnolias.
A text from my son
Watching the sunrise in Belize with my daughter.
Climbing a volcano with my son.
Barry on the trampoline.
The crackle of the bonfire.
The sound of a fire truck.
Tori meeting me for lunch.
Laughing with my husband in bed.
So many wonderful smiles. So many beautiful gifts. Why do I so often not slow down to see them and appreciate them. It's taken my "New Normal" to show them to me. I am so lucky.
Sunday, March 9, 2014
My New Normal
How is it that every day you give me exactly what I need. Let every thing that hath breath praise The Lord. Praise ye The Lord. Psalm 150:6
I cannot improve on this so here it is.
God looked down upon His creation and saw that it was good. In time, Gods creation looked back and saw that God was good. Together they formed a unity of love an devotion. Through the covenant, all creation was brought into harmony. The Lord loves his children and many of His children love Him back. Praise The Lord with all your being. with each breath you take remember the Lord is God. Nothing you do is done apart from Him. Wherever you go, God is there. He wil never leave those who love Him. He gives us New Years and new challenges, and He helps us to grow and learn. We can enter the phases of life confident that God goes forth with us. Praise The Lord. one and all. The Lord has been very good to His children.
(taken from A Collection of Thanksgiving Blessings, Barbour Publishings, 2012)
I love the last part where the writer says, He gives us New Years and new challenges and helps us to grow and learn. How cool is that. I am most definately in a new year and new challenge phase and it has stopped me in my tracks.
I'm still not sure why all these changes have occurred but they have re-shaped and molded a new perspective for me. It's what I'm calling, my "new normal".
It all began about 6 weeks ago. Can it really be that it's only been 6 weeks. I discovered one Saturday after enjoying lunch with my momma, that I had terrible indigestion that lasted all afternoon. The sharp pain in my chest that over the course of the day extended into my back, jaw and left arm. Now I'm. Firefight/EMT with 12 years experience and I know what the symptoms sounded like but I kept telling myself that I'm only 48 years old. This is not possible.
I had a long weekend off work so I took the time to rest and try to relax but over the next few 48 hours my heart rate elevated with a terrible headache and dizziness with nausea increased. But I could not believe it. I'm only 48 and in good shape. Don't smoke. Work out regularly and have a reasonably healthy diet. Yea I eat stress for breakfast and do tend to burn the candle at both ends but doesn't everyone. It cannot be what it feels like. I'm just over reacting.
Well, after a stay in the hospital and a near death experience I have to say it kind of was exactly what I was sure it was not.
To date, I've been on the equivalent of house arrest and my resident wardens run a tough shift. I don't drive, very limited activity, No caffeine, no alcohol and no salt. NO FUN!!! I haven't driven in over a month. I've crochet blankets, made slippers, quilted, painted and taken up my sketch book again, repotted house plants, fed the birds, read numerous books and played with the pugs. But more than anything, God has gotten my full attention really quickly and I am learning more and more every day how really blessed I am. I've been able to see soccer games in a new light, watch my son play baseball, see the snow fall and listen to my oldest share her dreams for her future. I've studied anatomy with my Duke and had wonderful visits with my precious Mimi. I've been treated to girl talk with so many sweet friends and laughed at the antics of squirrels on the deck. I've also felt the strength and support of my husband of 25 years. He's held me through nights of fear and pain and been my anchor. We have had an outpouring of generosity and love from our church and dear friend that has left me speechless and humbled. Yes, I am blessed. Blessed beyond measure.
The problem, which has been, for the past few weeks masked by medication, will be addressed this Thursday. I do not anticipate any problems. The dr gives me no reason to believe there will be anything to worry about. I have 3 avenues to proceed with and we are, of course taking the most conservative first.
If all goes according to plan then I'll be back at work in a week or two. It's been a journey and one that has taught me so much. Mostly it's shown me anew just what is important and what is not. If I can leave you with one thing it would be this,
Nothing you do is done apart from Him. Wherever you go, God is there. He wil never leave those who love Him. He gives us New Years and new challenges, and He helps us to grow and learn. We can enter the phases of life confident that God goes forth with us.
Yes, and God is a good God.
I will keep you all posted.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
20 years old today
20 years ago today you came into this world. It was a day much like today. January 28th 2004, during one of the worst snow storms Kentucky had ever seen. Roads were frozen over and accidents abounded. Except we didn't have inches of snow, we had feet of snow. The storm had come on quickly and ice formed suddenly. Your daddy had made arrangements for a 4-wheel drive vehicle to come and get me to the hospital if he was on duty when I went into labor. But that was not to be the case and you arrived after only 14 hours of labor. As the story goes, your daddy and I had just returned from a lunch of Mexican yumminess. Mark went in the house to take a quick nap and I walked over to the garage to get something for the house. I was walking back across the carport returning to the house when I fell on ice that had formed very quickly. I was so huge that I couldn't get up and kept sliding back down with every attempt to stand. (Hey, my bubble was off, you weighed over 9 lbs after all with most of that being your head.). I began yelling for help but your father couldn't hear me inside the house, in the back bedroom where, he was by now, napping. I would push up and slide back down and little by little I was getting more and more wet and cold. I was close to frozen when a little blond bus driver came running up the driveway. Evidently she had seen my huge body flopping around like a fish and came to help me. But she was so little and petite that she could not get me up so I sent her inside to get your daddy. I was worried she might catch him aunatural as was his practice so I warned her of that too. She laughed and went in search of Mark. This was a small town so everyone knew everyone and she knew your daddy and thought this was funny. I was not wrong in my assumption because he came running but the worst was avoided and after donning a pair of sweats he ran outside bare chested and barefooted and quickly lifted me from the ice. We thanked my rescuer and he put me in the police car and drove me to the hospital. We did go lights and sirens if you are wondering cause that's just how we roll and cause I had gone into labor during the fall. My son, we named you Mark, after your father, cause it was better than Xerxes. We called you Duke because it was during that unfortunate Lorraina Bobbitt incident and naming you John Wayne was just totally out of the question. Nope, it had to be Mark. Your arrival on this planet was a typical Watson adventure. Your Nanna and Poppa were there in time to witness your arrival. You showed up screaming with the one of the biggest heads your dr. had ever seen. I watched your Daddy stare in wonder at you while the drs checked you out.
It was an amazing day. I will forever have a soft spot for little blond bus drivers.
Happy birthday baby boy! You've never ceased to amaze me and I am so proud to be your momma.
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