Asked by the Modesto Paper to my children’s great grandfather who is 98, and was married 65 years to the love of his life. “How do you make a marriage work for that long“? His response “easy you just stick to your vows”. His love has passed away, and he still lives on strong happily in the moment.
Happy 3 year Anniversary to my boyfriend, husband, love, lover, best friend, and soul mate. Forever buddies, I will love you forever, and this marriage was a gift from God! Can’t imagine not waking next to you! I meant my vows, and pray we can be like my kids great grandparents. Marriage is not easy always, but it worth every memory and the growing pains!
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “up/down.”Use one, use them both, but try to put one in your first sentence. Bonus points if you use the other in your last sentence. Have fun!
Often I will sit down, and get all comfy on my reclining sofa…just to have to get right back up for something my husband can’t find in the kitchen. In a matter of seconds of me finding it, I am once again sitting right back down. Of course wondering when I will have to get back up again…
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last thing you put in your fridge.” Start your post with the last thing you put in your fridge. Let your mind wander from there. Enjoy!
Come on let’s Ketchup a little here. So here I am 46 years old. Actually almost 47, and I am not the most domesticated woman out there. I keep a very tidy home. I love organization, and routine for me to function well.
We all know that routine can’t be had with every day as much as we would like. There is usually something thrown in to any given day to throw us off. So when I say I am not domesticated I mean I can’t sew, not even a button onto a shirt (for real). I don’t iron that is what the wrinkle cycle is for on the dryer.
I just didn’t learn these things growing up. They are all learned behaviors, and I take all responsibility for not knowing them at my now age. I can cook, but it not a joy for me. Some ladies light up in the kitchen. They are like Betty Crocker come to life. Me well I decided I better put on my best “A” game now that we moved. I told my husband I have a few signature dishes up my sleeve, and I will start to cook. At least put my best efforts towards cooking for him.
Here he works so hard everyday, and often comes home to pizza and salad. So my guilt got the best of me. He is a very stocky man, and he can put the food down if it is good. I have witnessed it at other’s when invited over for dinner (jealously got the best of me). This is a hard admit for me, I could get really down on myself. Instead I decided to act! Love is a verb. I made my first signature meal this week. Meatloaf wrapped in bacon.
We had corn, and mashed potatoes as sides. It was delicious, and very filling. My husband thanked me many times over for the meal. I felt so proud of myself being Mrs. Susie homemaker. I have a whole list of meals I will be preparing now. So it is not that I can’t cook, it is more I find it kind of boring. I have no patience to waiting for water to boil (how boring)! I am not going to be baking for hours in my kitchen Christmas goodies to gift to friends. That is just not my thing.
So now that I have admitted my defects. The last thing I put into our fridge was ketchup. We drizzled it on top of our mouth savoring meat loaf. It’s not meatloaf without ketchup.
So now that you’re all ketch-uped on me. I need to think of my next dish I shall prepare for us tonight. I will admit I kind of lit up knowing my hands created something in the kitchen my husband loved. We needed proof of life, so I did take a picture of it. No one would have believed I cooked! Ha! I fooled them! Look at me now! Lisa the chef 👩🍳. Well not quite. My hubby’s tummy is happy, and full. So I did my job, and for that my heart is happy! I mean that is a meatloaf like no other, yeah! 👊🏻
Heard you hopped a plane from Florida to Washington, this was it. It hit hard. I actually saw the airport photo of you on Instagram. With a guitar like always as your carry on. What a slam. The papers were served after 3 1/2 years of separation, and 21 years of marriage it would soon ALL be over
No minor children, or assets to split. Just look over the documents, and agree to it, and sign for dissolution of marriage. No happily ever after riding off in horse and carriage
It had been so long since we had seen one another. My heart was ill prepared for this kind of meeting. The encounter of what would finally be our end. My heart was split like a lumber jack standing with an axe in hand right down the middle. A perfect score. Ready to burn, it ached for us and all we had been through
I knew you did not have the means to file. Your papers sat stagnant in the Florida courts for years. The kids even begging for order, and closure. For awhile I was allowing God to still take precedence just for hopes pleasure there was still a chance at salvaging the wreckage. Hope was long gone as was the song played on our wedding day
Pastors teach divorce is worse than death, because there is no finality in it. Your dad was there the pastor himself, and the one who married us. Hearts lay baren, where we once took up rest in one another. What takes a lifetime to build was signed off in that of the matter of minutes with a pen and signature
Here it was the day to appear before the judge. My body was permeated with emotions all over the board. It had been 3 1/2 years since I had even seen you. So little conversation too. Our poor kids my heart could not fake, for God sake this was not how it was supposed to be. Bending to my knees. God prepare me for me this end. Give me poise, don’t allow me to fall apart
So they we were, the same members of our family from the beginning on our wedding day. You walking by a nod of your head, me just in shock. You looked so different. Your mom and dad followed behind. Your dad the only one saying hi. You looked like a rebellious child heeding to your father’s cohearsing. This was a day to mourn a marriage that was born 21 years prior. We were awaiting the death of what God had brought together. We failed our vows, and the cost was great. Sorrow was the hallway we sat in
Our names called the same names still, but soon to be different. As I entered a peace was brought over me. My thoughts so clear, as you were the closest in that chair next to me than we had been in years. I felt so little for you, I did not know you. There was no attachment to you, love for you was not provoked. We had become unequally yoked. How could this be? God was allowing me to let go, set ourselves free
All sworn in and papers looked over, irreconcilable differences. So cut and dry. I proceeded to hand the judge all the documents he needed. Now being signed, date stamped, and completed
The end was in my hand of that of a paper (a paper end). Marriage dissolved, I know longer belonged to him or him to me. We all stood to exit the court room. Never even said goodbye, barely even a glance just went on our way
I was grieved to see celebratory instragam photos that night in that of a wine bottle, and the comments too. This was not a day for celebration. A family torn apart, the Lord cried for our demise that day. Our children’s hearts were broken. Yet you take token
There was no celebration to be had from me, just closure. Knowing it was now time to move on. With God taking over. This was not what he purposed for our family. All in that of a paper. Yet these were not paper hearts, ours all 4 were blood shed. Wounds not sparred. It started with well meaning hearts, all played out
“The End” she cries many tears for the years lost and memories shared
Dissolved, and over. Time to start over
“I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten, the hopper, the destroyer, and the cutter, my great army, which I sent among you.” —Joel 2:25 (ESV)
Today was 53 degrees, a day made for long sleeves. It was not rainy so we set out for something to do. We went to an Arboretum. I felt as if I was in a botanical dreamland.
The trees shouted with color. Hot pink, mustard yellow, crimson red, and emerald green, all colors seen. The woodsy garden was showing off in every way. All shapes, and sizes these trees all in deserve of the best kept prizes.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “medium.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Recognizing when you need to find that happy medium in life. Through prayer, and God my husband and I realized we needed to talk. All good, just a reconnect that needed to happen.
My wonderful husband was one of the one’s who at the beginning of Covid had a job that was not considered essential. It was good timing with my breast cancer surgery, but no good man likes to be out of work. They find a satisfaction in putting in a good hard days work, and as well in the routine it brings. Work defines who men are. So we got a little off kilter when he was off for 5 months, and now is back into the full swing of things.
Now please don’t get me wrong my husband is defined by his relationship with God. That being said it clearly states in the Bible For even when we were with you, we gave you this rule: “If a man will not work, he shall not eat.” We hear that some among you are idle. They are notbusy; they are busybodies. Such people we command and urge in the Lord Jesus Christ to settle down and earn the bread they eat.Thessalonians 3:10.
There is happy medium though, men can get very consumed with work, woman too. I heard my husband say when he got called back to work it was happiest he has been in months. I get it too. So this leads me to our loving conversation this morning.
We need to find Brad, and Lisa again. Leave work at work, and find a balance in our lives. We need to put our phones aside, acknowledging one another more. Appreciating the gift we have in love in one another. Get back to laughing, and flirting with one another. Get back to the basics, as if we were dating. I believe my surgery took a huge toll on us as well, and this has nothing to do with love. We wholeheartedly love one another, thus the need to communicate where we are at today.
So this being said, it is all out. Love is an action word, we can talk about something until we are blue in the face. We have to act on it in order for change to occur. So we have figured out where the ball has been dropped, not placing blame. Each looking at our own part. Each cleaning our own side of the street. I need to smile more, and be my goofy 🙃 self more often. I am easily overwhelmed, and time frames really wreck me.
So knowing our happy medium, and having have had it before we know what is needed to get there. So into action we go! I am thanking God for man who stopped in realization of where we were at, and what is needed now. It started with us praying before we even began to talk. To let the spirit speak through us. How easily a conversation such as what we had could have gone very sour, and walls be put up.
Instead I feel like a giant weight has been lifted, and I know what I can do on my part to make my marriage a little brighter, and much lighter. I am gonna flirt with him like a he is my first high school crush, make him blush! Maybe we will go park and make out! Blessings all! 😋
Here in Spokane we are in a state of emergency. We are even housing the homeless in fitness centers, schools, and area shelters our air quality is that hazardous.
The city has closed schools, that were supposed to start tomorrow. Work for many people has been cancelled.
So once again we are stuck at home, but it does not have to be all bad. It is just my husband, and I. We have always made the best of our time together. Even when we first quarantined from the pandemic we enjoyed one another.
Today we watched a little football, talked about life (especially the times we live in), laughed, and got a little goofy. We had a little Snapchat fun. We love being outdoors, and yes being locked in we get quirky. 54, and 46 we are still kids at heart, wishing we could go out to play. But not today!
Being locked down with your best friend can be awesome. Times like these are what you make of them. We get to chose to either live in the moment. Making the best of it, or we can be miserably unhappy. We chose to live, laugh, and love. We chose to be goofy!
Being locked down can be fun, and having your best buddy by your side makes it all the better no matter what life’s storms we must weather. God is our life preserver. He can inflate the spirit whatever the circumstance.
God set the precedence for this day, and we chose to dance in the rain. Or rather stomp to the rhythm of the soot! Never take a single moment in this life granted. Just smile.
A good laugh is sunshine in the house. — William Thackeray