Memories of Love

I remember being so in love that I couldn't breathe.  I remember lying awake at night trying to get my breath to match his breathing pattern.  I remember never doubting anything he said.  I remember thinking he was the smartest man I had ever known.  I remember thinking he was the most handsome man I had ever known.  I remember feeling so secure in his presence. I remember being so proud  of him.   I remember him breaking my heart.  I remember looking him in the eye and saying "why?".  I remember telling him that "I would die for him".  I remember him laughing at me and saying that no one should ever die for anyone.  Christ died for us, and I would have gladly died for that man.   I'm glad that I have all those memories...good and bad.  These are the types of memories that made me...me.  Whatever doesn't kill you will eventually make you stronger. 

The Things That I Remember

The things that I remember are not always especially the things that I want to remember.  The mind and the heart are a funny thing.  I was following a friends blog and it brought so many memories jumping around in my head, that I thought I should just write down some of those memories just in case any of my children or grandchildren should ever come across this blog.

My first pet was a "kitty", or so my Mother thought.  I was 3 years old and we lived in a little country house that had no electricity or water and was happily situated in a very isolated area.  We had just moved to Tennessee from Michigan.  My Mother worked days and my Father worked nights and thus I had a lot of free time to roam.  I can remember standing in the kitchen of that ole farm house and watching the cows crew their cud.  My Dad had explained to me what a cud was and I remember that it fascinated me.  Anyway, back to the "kitty".  My Dad was building us a new home on a newly purchased farm and it was completed by the time I was 5 and we were all ready to move into a house with electricity!  So exciting.  I ask my Mom if I could bring my "kitty" to the new house.  I loaded the "kitty" into the car as Mom carried her last load for the trunk.  Mom started the car and my "kitty" proceeded to tear the inside of the car to shreds!  Turns out ...my "kitty" was a Bobcat!  I didn't know the difference and had found it abandoned when it was quite young.  From that day on, both of my parents kept a closer eye on my outdoor activities.

Eye Wonder

Aging has improved my quality of life.  Not physically, but mentally.  As I have aged, and feel a closeness to God, I am no longer afraid of anything on this earth.  It has set me free.  I no longer fear trying new things, whether it's a new food, or hang gliding.  This is such a powerful feeling.  I am no longer afraid to die.  Eye wonder if there are other people out there like me?