We don’t see snow here often. I always count it as a gift. I know my northern friends might not agree, but here in Texas, we rarely get a six inch snow. It was a beautiful transformation.
Snow reminds me that nature is in charge some days. And it’s okay to let the world pause.
I don’t have to worry about whether or not my employer calls it a snow day anymore, but I was happy to know many old friends were able to sleep in and enjoy a couple of free days too.
There’s a lot to be said for making snow icecream and a happy snowlady. And for listening to the youngest dog snore away a cold afternoon.
Jonquils are blooming.
There’s ice/snow in the forecast for Tuesday.
And that pretty much sums up life.
We just never know what’s next.
Today: 70 degrees and a watercolor workshop with Sara.
A winter storm watch starts tomorrow.
Roses from my son. Just like his dad used to send. My heart caught when I woke to those this morning.
Sweet Valentine surprises from my daughter and a handmade heart from my new friend Pam. It’s going on my prayer board.
Sweet things.
Messages of love from my sweet friends. This is how we make the days. We have help.
Tonight Modern Widows Club sent up paper lanterns with our loved ones’ names on them. My Sam is listed on the second row.
Kindnesses. Thoughtfulness. Honoring.
A lady I never met wrote his name and I can share this with you. You may never think of it again. Or you might. We just never know.
I posted funny valentines today and laughed a lot.
I have a lot of good in my life.
Good and bad. Happy and sad.
That is how it is.
But let me tell you something about February 14.
It’s a day on the calendar.
People are born on this day. They die. They fuss. Fight. Kiss. Pretend. Love. Respect. Remember. Get it wrong. Get it right. It’s another day.
If you get all bent out of shape because it’s Valentine’s Day, I beg you: stop.
You have the power to stop. Maybe not this year. But one year.
The lady who founded Modern Widow’s Club had a horrendous February 14 fifteen years ago. Her husband died in a wreck as she sat beside him. But tonight, she wrote our loved ones’ names on paper lanterns and sent them to the heavens ablaze with light.
Time didn’t make it easier. She decided. And it was probably harder than we can imagine. But she decided.
So. Happy Love Day. If you think you have no one to love, love yourself. Then you’ll realize there are many just like you who need that too.
We are waiting on you.
You are not alone.
Make whatever is next matter to somebody. God bless… ❤️
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