Willey

This man. He is a dream come true. He flew with me from Arizona to Georgia. Packed up my mom’s belongings and loaded them on to the U-Haul. He drove for four days until we got home and get this: There was no cruise control in the truck!

And then he unloaded the truck and put the boxes in our garage. He returned it.

He’s nice to mom. He jokes with her, makes her feel welcome, and cheers her up when she’s sad about dad’s passing in July.

Today, he vacuumed and washed her car.

He is a generous spirit – with all of his family and friends. They know he would do anything for them. He is love personified.

Hail the Husband #4

“How do you spell moronic? Temperamental? Adjacent?”

My daughters and I often get a laugh out of my husband’s questions. We’ve learned that it hurts his feelings when we gleefully react to his earnest inquiries. So we stifle our giggles. But yesterday, he unearthed his fourth-grade report cards. And even he had to laugh…

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He plays with her and pets her all hours of the day

talking and teasing Opal – she listens to him say

that he’s glad she’s here – wouldn’t have it any other way

and I’m happy to spot them like this through the archway

I Like Cooking with Him

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“I’m looking forward to our long drive from Georgia,” my husband says.

We will be driving from Lawrenceville, GA to Mesa, AZ (over 1,800 miles) to move my mother’s things from her old house to ours. After dad passed away in July, mom has been uprooted mentally, spiritually and physically.

But whose partner says they are looking forward to driving all day for several days? Mine. I’m fortunate to have a supportive partner who not only steps up but embraces this “adventure.” He’s excited to box things up, rent the equipment, tow mom’s car at the back of the truck and drive all the way back home for 27 hours. Thank you, William. I am grateful.

Balderdash!

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My husband is handsome, funny, caring and intelligent.

But he finds spelling a challenge.

He will spell aloud to me, seeking approval: “Wizard. W-i-z-z…”

“No, it has one z.”

“ONE z?! Why? Why? Why one z? Why? Isn’t that ‘Wyzard’ then?”

I laugh. “The English language is…complicated…you might even say dumb.”

“My name – Willey – it has two ls because you say WILLey, not Wyley…”

Companion Communication

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He’s texting and calls out, “spell upholstery please”

I answer, “u-p-h-o-l-s-t-e-r-y”

He asks for more –

a-d-r-e-n-a-l-i-n-e

h-a-l-l-e-l-u-j-a-h

d-e-l-i-c-i-o-u-s

Outside, the owls – a traveling pair – coo

I wonder if she has to spell for him, too

Terms and Conditions

When you buy a new cell phone with service or sign up with WordPress, you have to sign a contract called “Terms and Conditions” regarding use. Basically, you agree to a set of rules and guidelines in order to use the app/website/service. What they don’t say is that they want to make clear the limits of your use. If you go over certain minutes, a fee is charged. If you call across state lines, another fee. If you don’t pay on time…you get the picture.

As you live your life, you have your own set of Terms and Conditions. There are things you won’t do (most of us won’t risk prison in order to steal groceries). And there are things you will do (work a steady 9 to 5 for a paycheck instead of pursuing your dream of entrepreneurship). You have set limits in how you live your life. Some are important, but others may require re-thinking.

Your life, as it is now, is what you’ve chosen.

It’s an amalgam of your life circumstances and your choices, certainly. But your decisions have been the forks of your life which led you here.

You might argue. You may deny.

But it’s true. And the first step in making things better is to take responsibility for your actions. Learn from your mistakes and move on.

Secondly, be grateful. You are fortunate. If you’re reading this, you have access to the Internet. When you live in a state of gratitude, you’re more likely to attract positivity.

Thirdly, be aware that YOU set the Terms and Conditions of your life.

Don’t like your job? Leave. But, I have to pay the bills….I didn’t get a college degree.

Excuses.

Your girlfriend/boyfriend/spouse is abusive? Leave. But I’m afraid…I don’t want to be alone.

Get over it. (And really, you’d rather be with someone who calls you names than be alone?)

What are the Terms and Conditions of your life? Are any of them limiting you?

Kismet

Daily Practice

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