Of Daddies and Daughters

"It is admirable for a man to take his son fishing, but there is a special place in heaven for the father who takes his daughter shopping."
-- John Sinor
                                                              

                                              

I sat here this morning drinking my coffee and listening to that red cardinal tapping on my window watching the morning TV shows. On the Today show they were doing a piece on the special bond between a father and her daughter. There is something so magical and solid about that bond. A girl's first source of expectations. She looks at this man and expects to be cared for and protected. Expects to be provided for and admired. From day one he shapes quite a great deal about her. Little does she know he will be the standard she holds to all that shapes her future. Especially in a man. So, fathers if you hope she only falls for men of high stock and quality you better strive to be nothing but the best in your life for her. I know mine did and my honey definitely measures up to that standard. If I ever thought differently, I was wrong and I see that in how our daughter looks at him in the same way I looked at mine. He is doing good and in fact more than good. It's beautiful to watch. I have my own special bonds of a mother that nothing can replace but I felt this was noteworthy and something I will never experience on my own. So, it may not be Father's Day but I applaud all those good daddies to their precious little daughters. Even those grown. I will always be a daddy's girl and I know Sissy Rose will be the same. That bond is solid and so very important.

To this little girl you will always be a hero, always be a healer, and always be that one she can count on to just get that bear hug when the world seems mean and unstable. We love daddies!

Waiting for ....

WAIT! Wait a minute... it's not the right time. If we just wait until... we have more money, the timing is right, the kids are older, or we can finally have a handle on things. If we wait... then it can happen. Wrong. Waiting just leads to more waiting. You have to take the plunge if it feels right. Trust your instinct. Trust that gut. Take that first irreversible step towards your goal and you'll be in the right direction.

I've learned alot about leaps of faith this year. I may not know the answers but I really knew those questions with the depth of my soul. I really knew what I wanted but just knowing that source of what I wanted I was bombarded with the "what ifs" in life and I could feel them weighing me down.

I am so very glad I took the plunge and didn't listen to those questions. I knew the answer, I threw up my hands, closed my eyes and let my heart lead the way and it all just falls into place because it's the right thing. I'm a logical girl... so of course this made no sense at the time. But someone's voice was heard in my life and I decided to trust someone other than myself. I am so glad I did. Thank you God! My life is back on track... in love, in education, in family. Stop waiting... it gets you right where you already are. Move forward and just do it!

I like cookies! and other random outbursts....

Life, it's so noncommittal....so rigid... so, well.... random. I had lost what was therapeutic to me in recent years, writing included. So, here I begin again. We are given many blessings. Sometimes we don't know what to do with those blessings and often screw them up into unrecognizable messes. That seems to be my life... a mixture of many clashing colors to my crayon box. Some crayons broken in half and others the ends rubbed down to a rounded blurb and shade of a questionable color. Some colors are new and not yet named... some are as unique as "rusty pumpkin orange" which happens to be one of my favorite colors and some are the time tested and well loved good ol' American primary hues that exist in what I call my crayon box of life. When I think of myself, I see so may contradictions. I am a beautiful graceful woman yet a clumsy accident prone girl at the same time. I'm a girl of witty sophisticated culture yet give me a tent and a river and I would be in heaven just the same. I'm not afraid of heights but I am afraid creatures who slither with no bones. I have fear and I have strength. I have love and I have passionate opposition yet I often do not utter a word except to those who I trust enough to see my vulnerability. I am stubborn, I am emotional and I am admittedly extremely complicated. At the same time I am as basic as a woman can be. Yah, I've been told... I'm a mess.

I am not entirely sure what I hope to get out of this blog but I am sure I will unravel a great deal about my world which is probably a lot like yours. That is, if you are a new and old military wife at the same time.. a mother of three, a renewed student and former banker, an on and off vegetarian who is in love with a hunter. If you are in love, if you love life, if you have found a deep spot inside you to allow for the unthinkable and impossible... that's us.