Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Yes, that's him. William Griffis Morgan. Second born son from my first husband. HA!
I recently ordered some photo buttons from a site that offered pictures of Airmen/women at basic training. Apparently the company's sales are so good they don't even have to actually post the proofs. You just blindly enter your loved one's name and Flight number and 10 days later (or less) a package arrives and you pray the contents are photographs of that special one.
Suckers, we Moms are.
Well, my package came yesterday.
And what a sight for sore eyes!
I would recognize that face anywhere. My little boy.
OK...he's 21, but bear with me here.
You would have thought I'd won the Lottery. Seriously. I tore into that package and proudly pinned that button on and have worn it since.
I even wore the button to school today and bragged at every opportunity.
One former Marine/teacher asked me if I was I going to wear it to his graduation, insinuating that I would embarrass him.
I know. Can you believe it?
Would I wear it to his graduation?
I answered, "Is the Pope Catholic?" "Are cheetos fattening?" "Does your skull have a brain?"
He may be a tough old Marine, but apparently he hasn't ever been a MOM!
After all, we are talking about the MOM that went into premature labor with that boy...labor that lasted no less that10 hours...while battling a 103 degree temp!
Who's tough now, Mr. Marine?
I kid. Sort of.
But really, I can't believe it's almost time to pack up and fly out to San Antonio for Griff's graduation from Air Force Basic Training.
So very proud of my boy!
Gotta go. Trying to figure out how to pack this 8 x 4 banner with Griff's name on it.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
It's been a while. But, I am back. It's a new year. Whether 2010 was good or bad for you, a new beginning is here. A clean slate.
Many are promising themselves to lose weight, stop smoking, exercise more, etc. Me? I really have no profound resolutions, just really long to find peace.
I recently sat down to write a letter (not on the computer, but with a real piece of paper and pen) and found that it was almost impossible to leave out the word "I" and all those other personal pronouns.
Funny, that makes me think of a country song my kids used to irritate me with.
I wanna talk about meeeiiiieeee!
They knew my least favorite music was country and my least favorite musician EVER was Toby Keith. Sorry if that insults anyone. But those kids of mine, especially the boys received so much joy from breaking out in that song or any of his other hits(?) Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Makes my skin crawl right now thinking about his voice!
Back to what I was saying ...
I long for peace. One way to begin this search is to first get out of my world, my life, my problems. Connect with others. To do that, I will have to take my eyes off myself and my little world. Become more self-less.
Mother Teresa once said, "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other."
Where this admission, this simple resolution will lead me I'm not sure, but I am willing to take this path.
Happy New Year.