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I think about my past.

Life,  mistakes. 

 I wish that my mom could see me.

I think about the legacy, giving life to God at a young age and falling away.

I do my best nowadays to live a Godly life.

I raise my daughter in the way and will of God.

I struggle but I know God has us.

I live my life to be a good daughter to God.

 Not what people think. 

I have made lots of mistakes.

I have been delivered from so much.

From addiction and sexual immorality.

I am doing my best to get to the end of my life 

And hear well done thy good and faithful servant.

She was born a girl but inner heart she knows she is a boy 

and thus spends much of her young life life straddling the edge of joy. 

And it’s no different for him…in the same way his life unfurls…

as he was born a boy but in his heart he knows he is a girl.

I see them holding hands or kissing…I see them time and time again 

women who love other women…men who love other men

He likes dressing as a woman…even though he is a man…

When I first saw these people I used to stop and stare…

I tried my best to understand…

How is this even possible?  How did this come to be?

and what life must be like…for those so obviously different than me.

But the more I shared my world with them and they share their world with me…

I realized we are all just branches on the same human family tree

And though I’ll never truly understand what being on their branch is like…

I have come to understand despite our differences,…we are so much more alike.

I reached a place a beautiful place…where I no longer need to stare

as I concentrate on the things we have in common…the things that we all share.

And as my view of the world and the people in it it keeps evolving…keeps expanding….

I realized all that anybody wants in life…is acceptance, love…and understanding…

Which makes me wonder….

What if the things that make us different…

instead of being feared, condemned or banned…

What if the things that make us different…

are just different things to understand?

I am grateful that from a time when was young…

before most of the art of my life was drawn…

I have understood what’s important to me

and what my life’s art should be focusing on

May we be blessed when looking for inspiration…

for someone to support and guide us…

not to look at who is ahead or behind us…

but to those who walk beside us.

May we be blessed to understand 

across this planet on which we dwell…

there is reason for the way old people and children always get along so well

It’s in what they share with each other

despite one being more in the past…and the other more in the future tense

because old people with the children share their wisdom…

while children with the old people share their innocence.

 When we arrive at the cabin in summer after it’s been winterized…

and no one has entered before us…

We often know what little hiccups the cabin has waiting for us.

This year we did know one hiccup waiting…as to the cabin we were heading.

We needed to repair the oven door which fell off in October

during Trista and Damien’s wedding.

This was a hiccup we were prepared for…but one hiccup we were not

was once we opened up the house…our water would not get hot. 

We arrived on a Saturday…Cris our repairman couldn’t make it out till Wednesday

which meant…for the 5 days it would take…we would not have any hot water

and worse than that…Deborah could not bake!

Cris had no trouble repairing the water heater…sometimes elements just go bad…

but the news he gave us about the stove…made Deborah, the baker, sad.

He would have to order hinges and he was not sure how long that would take…

which meant we weren’t sure when this summer Deborah would get to bake… 

But the first parts did not fit…and when the second set arrived…then and only then…

did Cris inform us that our wounded stove…would never bake again…

Which meant a trip to Lowes…where we bought a new stove…one that was on display

and that new stove after almost two months of waiting…was delivered yesterday…

It’s funny how in life after being married for so long…some things come to be…

because I noticed Deborah looked at her new stove…the way she once looked at me…

After doing without hot water for a few days…and an oven most of the summer

my first thought…

Was that sometimes hiccups enter our life to remind us…what’s important…

and at the same time…what is not.

Love, and family and friendship…being together, being healthy…enjoying nature

are what’s truly important every moment we’re awake…

Hot water is a luxury…as is the ability to bake…

Having said that, however, I must admit taking a hot shower is awfully sweet…

and there’s something special about holding a warm chocolate chip cookie…

that Deborah just baked…and I’m about to eat.

Today I’m grateful for understanding my importance in the continuum of life…

my place in the spectrum of happiness and peace…

and knowing no matter how old I grow

my importance will never diminish or cease.

Because every generation inherits a world it did not create…

and to that world must add more love, acceptance and laugher

as that generation become the guardians…the trustees

of the generation…coming after.

On our way up to the cabin this year…thinking about our partnership

we wondered in all our years together…how many times have we made this trip.

When you decide to build a life together…you’re usually busy building it…

and like the construction of a quilt…

you don’t often have time to think about what you’re building 

until it has been built.

But once it is…

You have a chance to sit back and think about what brought you to this day…

and all the many pieces you have stitched together along the way.

You start to wonder how many years have we been together

How many times have we sat down to talk…

How many times have we laughed or cried

How many miles have we walked.

How many babies have we held, how many words and moments have we rhymed,

How many sunsets have we watched, how mountains have we climbed.

How many times have we been happy…how many times have we been scared

How many meals have we eaten together, how many holidays have we shared.

How many times have we talked about our dreams, our wishes hopes and fears

How many touches, whispers, hugs and kisses…how many smiles and tears 

Of course these questions cannot be answered…

One…because they are only meant to bring a smile

as we think about our life…from the moment we first met

And two…for an even simpler reason…

we’re not done counting yet.`

Today I’m grateful for having the ability even at my age

(an ability I hope will last untill the day I’m gone)

To dream big, 

stay positive 

and enjoy every journey I am on.