I Wish You Enough

Recently my daughter-in-law sent me a forward that had the following words. It was in a family for generations that was always said. It is so beautiful that I would like to adopt it as my wish....

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.

I wish you enough pain that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

Iwish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get through the final goodbye.

Out Of The Mouths Of Babes

Two nights ago my daughter and two grandchildren came for "sketti dinner". It was the usual chattering chaos, when Carly said "Mom, did you understand what Jack just said to you?" I had to admit that I did not. She told me "he was saying the fruits of the spirit". After I picked up my jaw off the floor, I said "WHAT"? She then told me that he was learning since Jordan Ann has been reciting them. Well I have always known them but could only recall six of the nine. I asked Jordan Ann to tell me and she ripped off all nine without studdering one time.

Ok LORD thank you for having the little children lead me. I got out my Bible and looked u p the scipture verse (Galatians 5:22) and have memorized the fruits and prayed that I can constantly strive to live them in my daily life, but only with the Lords help.

My two grandchildren did what no preacher might have been able to do in my life.

Now they might not understand what each fruit is, but my prayer is, as they grow, for them to see each one exemplfied in their Gammy's life.

Yes, out of the mouths of babes. What else will they teach me?

Just a thought...what if our country would read Galatians 5:22?

Family Favorite

Cooking is my last priority since all my children are grown and gone. But there are always some easy and good favorites that are more like comfort foods (yet soooo easy). One of mine is spiced applesauce. Literally, it is one jar of your favorite applesauce and a handful of red hots ( the little red candies that taste like cinnamon). Melt together in a sauce pan on medium low and watch it, Keep stirring til melted and place in a pretty dish. Serve warm with a meal which is delicious on a cold winter night. Or eat cold out of the refrigerator with a breakfast muffin on your patio in the summer. Either way it is a satisfying addition to a ho-hum menu.

I always pulled it out of my culinary cabinet when we had a "snick-snack-snupper" as I called my meal that was a little less than gourmet, which was often.

With kids you can make up a name for your concoctions and they take it as is with no questions asked until they grow up and enter a restaurant and that dish is nowhere to be found on the menu.

Which brings me to an idea of having a restaurant where it is only dishes made up and named by Moms offered. Someone needs to take that on. I would eat there!

THE RIGHT TIMING

I am at the stage in my life where I covet the riding carts at the grocery store. I have started planning my time to go when I think it will be a lighter crowd so I will be assured to claim my favorite mode of transportation . Now believe me, I never thought in my life would I be scrambling to get out my door to beat the store manager to the produce section.

Earlier this week I attempted to go during the rush hour. BIG MISTAKE!! I waited for 30 minutes for someone to come and relinquish MY cart. I was about to give up when a friendly bagger asked if he could help by finding one. He tried unsucessfully but made it a point to check back with me periodicaly. Finally my time came and I burned rubber to gather the items on my list.

Today I was up and out to beat all the "other" little old ladies. I walked through the doors to see five shiny plugged in carts reving up for my pick. I was in "grocery cart" heaven. I happily climbed aboard my "speed machine" and left dust.

Now I would say "see you in the grocery store", but I don't want any competion . If you should be there remember... don't mess with MY CART!!!

The Faithful One

As you may know this about me, I have a beautiful service dog. Ellie Mae is nine years old and one of the sweetest dogs in the whole world.

When I received her from Canine Assistants one month after 9/11, her service to me was for balance as I walked. Unfortunately my condition has gotten worse and my needs have changed slightly. However she remains my constant companion. Now her needs have become more evident. She has had times when it is difficult for her to get up from a down position. Arthritis plagues us both.

Sometimes it is easy to take things for granted, as how well she behaves when taking her out to a restaurant. She was taught to lay down and stay until I tell her differently. She has been known to be down for two hours at a time. We have a bell at the back door that she "noses" to go out. Now I am very mindful of that sound, but at times I tell her to "wait" until it is convenient for me. She very patiently lays down and does just that.

As we both continue to age, we will always be there for each other. I hear her now. She is growling in her sleep. She is having a nightmare! The big bad wolf is after her. I need to go wake my baby up and tell her "it is just a dream", Mom is here."

Missing My Creative Side

Well I am back. I quit blogging for awhile thinking I had nothing to say. But low and behold the "chatty Cathy" syndrom came creeping back. I guess I just had to have a creative hiatus to rev me up again.

It is hot summer here and I am already looking forward to the cool crisp days of fall. Maybe it is because I have learned to knit and have made six scarves. Come October and November I will have a supply of gorgeous toasty warm neck wear, if nothing else. I love the therapy knitting provides especially if you do not have to pay attention to the project. For Mother's day my daughter gave me some beautiful soft rust color yarn for a wrap. It will be a monumental project to undertake. When I begin I plan to be at our local knit studio for guidance and support for the many errors I know will come with this endeavor. When I finish I hope my arm will not be broken after all the pats on the back I will have given myself. We all need encouragement!

As the new season begins, I hope you will come and join me to catch up on a Gammy's thoughts, or one who has been there and done that, or one who has not done that but wants to. Remember we are only as old as we think. Today I am thinking "child-like".