Our family once bought things in bulk. We purchased items like toilet paper, paper towels, hot chocolate, and spices we used often. My husband often remembers those times with sadness. He wishes he still took us to do those things. I tell him that life just looks different since his stroke. That’s okay. I’m sure it is hard for a man to let go of his need to supply for our needs. He wants to take care of his family. My goal is to convince him that we are a family who works together. I also feel responsible for making him feel loved no matter what. This goal is in no way easy. I hope it will be worth it.
Linda Hill is our host for the SoCS challenge and this week our prompt is “spoonful.” According to Mary Poppins, a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. Sounds good. Not the medicine part though, that usually tastes gross, though by all accounts the worse the taste, the better it’s likely to work (or […m
The field I see in my dreams. Haven’t been to this place since I was too young to remember. That’s weird but cool feeling.
The man who stared in the movie, “The Lighthouse”. He reminded me of a lighthouse keeper.
The cemetery where my great grandmother is buried along with my grandmother’s nine month old baby.
Two teenage couples discussing parents who don’t let them stay alone in a room together and how the girls will call each of their parents to say they were spending the night together when in fact they wanted to stay as couples with each other. Oh, the drama. I want to take those girls,look them in the face, and tell them to listen to their parents. There will be plenty of time to act as a wife. Enjoy your youth.
It is ironic how I read spoonful was the word for this week and thought of the phrase, “a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down.” That was the very subject you talked about in your blog post.
Talking about medicine, I used to beg my mom to let me sip it. I could not handle full fledge cough syrup. To this day, it takes me a couple of gulps to get medicine down. It would take a lot to convince me to think sugar would in any way help that godforsaken mess tasting like alcohol stuff.
Friday is here, and so is our combination Daily 2025 Just Jot it January Prompt and Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. This one is for SATURDAY, JANUARY 11th. The cold is finally settling in here, but it’s refusing to snow. C’mon, weather! If we have to suffer with frozen nose hairs, at least don’t make […]
It’s the little things that mean the most when everything comes to an end. Chris thought about that phrase as he glanced at his wife sitting by the warm fire. He met her at a church youth group when they were 15 years old. Ever since that young age, their love for each other was true. He knew that even when they were separated a year into their friendship. Once he got his license to drive, he returned to the small town where they met. He remembers the day they were reunited. Chris had traveled from three hours away. Once he parked his older model Chevy in her front yard, he sighed and said to himself, “What if she doesn’t love me anymore? What if she has a boyfriend now?” Nothing could be further than the truth. Helen was excited to see Chris. Being they were adults now it was much easier for them to enjoy time together. After a few years, they got good jobs, got married, and established a home together. They have two children, a boy and a girl. Chris and Helen named their children after their grandparents, Samuel and Serina. The thing is, their love story sounds like a fairy tale. To them, their love is a fairy tale.
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