Blah to Hooray…Random Tuesday Thoughts
Yesterday was…a bit off for me. I got up and was ready to begin my day. My darling hubby got up and felt blah with a terrible headache. Poor dear had to take a day of leave and throwing my routine for a loop a tad, but that’s okay. I don’t mind at all. I loved having another full day with my best friend and the opportunity to take care of him. Does this mean, I get a do over? I mean a Monday do over?
I managed to squeak in one blog post yesterday I’m in the Spotlight…Monday’s Music Moves Me. This is one of my favorite weekly memes to participate in followed by Stacy’s RTT, which leaves me wondering what do I ramble about? For all those groovin’ to yesterday’s TV theme songs this is why I was a day late visiting your blog and trust me, I visited everyone.
You’re absolutely going to love this. My husband’s birthday was over the weekend. Everything was perfect. I made his favorite cake – dark chocolate with vanilla frosting, and put numbers five and three on top because it’s his 53rd birthday, right? Anywho…on Sunday, we were running errands and here is a smidgen of our conversation….
Robin said, “How old am I again?”
“53!” I can see he’s doing the math in his head. “You were born 1959 and this is 2011.” I quickly did the math. “Holy cow, you’re NOT 53, you’re 52!” I smack myself in the forehead and in search of a rock to crawl beneath. Later on, I told him next year he can simply say, I really don’t feel a year older. I’m glad I didn’t take a picture of his cake.
My mother’s poetry book A Dream from God is now available on Amazon. When 2006 rolled in, God called Mom to write poems. She had not done anything like this before. I believe the Lord was preparing my mother for things to come.
In June of that year, my baby brother died. He celebrated his 40th birthday two months earlier. This rocked my world upside down is an underestimate of how I felt, not to mention the rest of the family. My daddy just about couldn’t hold things together with the loss of his best buddy…his son. My sister was going through a particularly rough period in her life and my brother’s death only compounded her grief causing her to make some bad choices. God messaged the creative side of mom’s mind to express the things on her heart through pen and paper. This became her release for healing, I believe.
Mom’s quaint collection of poems come from life’s inspiration — her faith in Christ and her love of family. Allow me to share one of her pieces.
Ask your local bookstore carry her book, they can contact here publisher, Publish America (link broken – removed), for details.
Hooray, Mom on a job well done!
Thanks Stacy for leading us in the rebellion with Random Tuesday Thoughts.
12 Comments
Stacy
I think it’s hilarious you celebrated your hubby’s birthday a year early. 😉
When my hubby takes an unexpected day off, it throws me for a loop – not a bad one, mind you, just that I don’t get anything done when he’s here. 😉
How cool your mom was moved by the Lord to write poems! The one you shared is especially lovely. She sounds like an amazing woman! 🙂
Thanks for randoming up with me – sorry about the lateness for my visit, I’ve been a bit behind this week! 🙂
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Run DMT
What a gorgeous poem! I love the flow and language.
You made me giggle out loud about the 53 on the cake. LOL That’s something my DH would do to me.
Your family really has had its share of crisis. I pray that time has healed all wounds and that you are all in a good place now.
Julie @Momspective
Hey well at least he got a cake lol!
selfsagacity
Happy belated BD to your DH. After a while we lost track of the years and the age, what does it matter anyways, huh? Well I hope he feels much better already after a day with his bff.
Xmasdolly
Thanks for sharing! Stop by my blog when you get a chance. I have something for you.
Jennifer Altman
thanks for linking up with us!
Scriptor
That’s really cool that your mother suddenly got the call. I think sometimes our creativity can be awakened based on some event. Happy RTT!
cathykennedy
@ddcd46eac0ef364d0ada06e27443f738 Thanks for making me feel not so alone on this score. =D
cathykennedy
@google-ba7cf1024055f47ec3f2a0508cd11489:disqus And, sometimes inspiration is spawn from another. Sharing your husband’s uncle’s poetry may bless someone else’s life. Perhaps, you can get his work published. There are plenty of places you can go. If you want a recommendation, then I have place to suggested if you’re interested.
cathykennedy
@openid-27114:disqus I agree. My call to write for children didn’t stir in me until after I became a parent.
Simplybugblog
beautiful poem. I too lose track of ages! I guess that comes with age?! Ha. congrats on the spotlight!
Kathleen Lupole
Cathy, I love your mother’s poem! My husband’s uncle had left two books of beautiful poems when passed away in 2009. Your post now has me thinking about what we could do with them.
I really wanted to comment on you thinking your husband was a year older than he is. I lose track of our ages too. It must be after you hit fifty you get confused! Happy Birthday to your Hubby!