I ended up doing a little more screen time than I planned yesterday. I was able to spend a lot of time interacting with people and that might have been part of the problem. Sometimes silence (on my part) can be as or more valuable than rest.
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.
Thank You, God, for my Dad.
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.
Yesterday I intended to take a much needed break. I was going to enjoy the sunshine with a good book after lunch. I have no idea where that plan went, but at least I made some progress on the beginning of the book. Next Sunday is Father’s Day, so maybe I will skip the whole planning thing or at least try.