This weekend began the annual passage into the official holiday season. Thursday, Thanksgiving Day, was the official opening day. This is quickly followed by "Black Friday". I know why it's called 'black' Friday, but I refer to it that way for other reasons! There was a time many years ago that I would load up my babies and make the annual trek to the mall for shopping and pix with Santa. Secretly I think I did this for the primary reason of having the stroller to haul packages. We found the babies at the end of the day when we were loading the car! I haven't done Black Friday in years; decided to venture out yesterday. Much to my surprise, it wasn't too bad. Great parking place (= one that I know I can find at the end of the day), no long lines, and few really great sales. All-in-all a good day!
I start listening to Christmas music on November 1st; this gives me a FULL holiday listening season! And Thanksgiving weekend gives way to 'decking my halls'!! Got the tree, now needs to be trimmed.
My family will share in the traditional feast tomorrow. I have so very much to be thankful for this year. Health, happiness, 'old friends' re-newed. I love this time of year. It's a time of celebration and reflection.
Here's hoping each of you has an very happy holiday.
Blessings... G.R.I.T.S. (Girl Raised In The South)
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Tribute to Daddy
It seems like just yesterday that I devoted this space to the memory of my mom. It actually has been less than a month. Today, I am devoting this space and time to my daddy.
It will be 15 years tomorrow that Daddy left us to join Mama at the greatest fishing hole ever......Heaven, of course! My mama and daddy were taken from here much too soon. So many things I would have loved to share with them.
Things I remember most about my daddy...
His crew cut! Those of you who knew him, never knew him without this distinctive hairstyle-----neither did I!
His hands. I loved my daddy's hands. I always thought he had the nicest hands. They were strong yet gentle. They disciplined yet loved. They held me as a baby--they held MY girls as babies. That is a priceless memory...
His musical abilities. I am so very thankful I inherited this gift from him. He would be so proud of Caitlin and her musical accomplishments. He always encouraged me where my music was concerned and invested a good bit of time and $$ in, what is now, a hobby. 12 years of piano lessons, voice lessons, sheet music....wow.
His tolerance of my exploration. During that time in my life when I wanted to explore the world, he, like mama, patiently waited for me to come to my senses. He would admire Darby's fearless desire to know more about this big world!
His voice. I used to love to lay my head on his chest and listen to him talk. Resonance.
His tolerance of my desire to have kitty cats. He had to be a great dad to put up with inside pets, because I am SURE he never had that. Not really sure he ever had pets, period.
(I won't resurrect the high school sweetheart thing, again. We remember that ONLY too well----almost received the wrath....remember?!)
Daddy's princess. That is probably the most profound memory I have of my daddy. I ALWAYS knew I was his princess; Daddy's little girl. He made sure that he addressed me as 'Princess', whether in conversation, in a card, or on the inside of a special book that he may have given me. (If he addressed me as 'Linda Kathleen', I knew there was trouble to be had!!).
I love you, Daddy. I miss you more than I can even express.
Blessings... G.R.I.T.S. (Girl Raised In The South)
It will be 15 years tomorrow that Daddy left us to join Mama at the greatest fishing hole ever......Heaven, of course! My mama and daddy were taken from here much too soon. So many things I would have loved to share with them.
Things I remember most about my daddy...
His crew cut! Those of you who knew him, never knew him without this distinctive hairstyle-----neither did I!
His hands. I loved my daddy's hands. I always thought he had the nicest hands. They were strong yet gentle. They disciplined yet loved. They held me as a baby--they held MY girls as babies. That is a priceless memory...
His musical abilities. I am so very thankful I inherited this gift from him. He would be so proud of Caitlin and her musical accomplishments. He always encouraged me where my music was concerned and invested a good bit of time and $$ in, what is now, a hobby. 12 years of piano lessons, voice lessons, sheet music....wow.
His tolerance of my exploration. During that time in my life when I wanted to explore the world, he, like mama, patiently waited for me to come to my senses. He would admire Darby's fearless desire to know more about this big world!
His voice. I used to love to lay my head on his chest and listen to him talk. Resonance.
His tolerance of my desire to have kitty cats. He had to be a great dad to put up with inside pets, because I am SURE he never had that. Not really sure he ever had pets, period.
(I won't resurrect the high school sweetheart thing, again. We remember that ONLY too well----almost received the wrath....remember?!)
Daddy's princess. That is probably the most profound memory I have of my daddy. I ALWAYS knew I was his princess; Daddy's little girl. He made sure that he addressed me as 'Princess', whether in conversation, in a card, or on the inside of a special book that he may have given me. (If he addressed me as 'Linda Kathleen', I knew there was trouble to be had!!).
I love you, Daddy. I miss you more than I can even express.
Blessings... G.R.I.T.S. (Girl Raised In The South)
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Weekends
How is it that weekends come and go so fast? The work week surely doesn't move at the same velocity!!
The hubs and I had the pleasure of spending the weekend with 2 other couples whom we are good friends with. This has become an annual tradition with the 6 of us. We head to the mountain for a sighting of the spectacular autumn colors each year. As fate would have it, it wasn't intently colorful this year. We had to fill our time with other activities, instead; hiking, looking for wildlife, eating, reading, gaming, eating, reading, gaming....the geriatric version of girls gone wild.......I feel sure THAT in itself was a sight!
Blessings...G.R.I.T.S (Girl Raised In The South)
The hubs and I had the pleasure of spending the weekend with 2 other couples whom we are good friends with. This has become an annual tradition with the 6 of us. We head to the mountain for a sighting of the spectacular autumn colors each year. As fate would have it, it wasn't intently colorful this year. We had to fill our time with other activities, instead; hiking, looking for wildlife, eating, reading, gaming, eating, reading, gaming....the geriatric version of girls gone wild.......I feel sure THAT in itself was a sight!
Blessings...G.R.I.T.S (Girl Raised In The South)
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