Thank you for your kindness, your patience, your encouragement, your wisdom, your love, your faith, your support and your discipline. I know there were a lot of times when I did not appreciate any of these things, but I stand here today, in full awareness that I would not be the woman that I am nor would I be on the journey that I am on if it had not been for these things. Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for getting up when you fell down because it still shows me how to get up when I fall down. Thank you for your relentless work ethic and the blessing it has brought me and my children. Thank you for loving Mom. Thank you for loving us. Happy Father’s Day.
Just in case you did not know, Juneteenth commemorates the day when Union soldiers delivered the news of emancipation to slaves in Galveston, Texas (June 19, 1865). Never mind that the emancipation proclamation was actually signed on January 1, 1863, but it explains a lot about Texas and how a lot of Texans do things. Depending on where people are, it is celebrated with a parade, a picnic a music festival or a similar gathering. Growing up in the South, it was a big thing there but I have attended events as far away as Portland, Oregon and Seattle, Washington.
Hello November. I went for a walk today in the crispy air and crunchy leaves and balding trees and thought about life a lot. I thought about all of the things that my children have going and what they need to continue in the right direction and I pondered even more about the life that I want to live once I have completely worked myself out of the job of parent and into the job of life consultant. The thought of that day used to freak me out and make me cry for a lot of reasons, but mostly because I felt that this was the most important job that I would ever do. It is, but there are other things for me to do with my time on this earth. Other purposes for me to serve with the time I have left in this life.