Happy New Year's

I can't remember when I was so excited to see a year end. There's hope that the new year will be better and there's the feeling of having a fresh start. I'll hold on to the lessons that 2020 has taught me-nothing ever goes as planned. That every day is a gift. Freedom and the way we live our lives are precious. Don't take anything for granted. Going to the store-it's not always a given. Being able to be with family-not a given. Being able to celebrate or mourn-not a given. Having the supplies you need or want-be ready to substitute or do with out.

Learning

Ok so you're never too old to stop learning. Maybe next year, I'll take it up a notch... but this year I've had a CBD oil massage-wonderful experience and a sea salt massage-another treat for sure Speaking of treats, I finally mastered peanut butter patties.

Covid sucks

 I knew eventually Covid-19 would hit my little family. I knew it. After all, there are two nurses and one medical student-it was bound to happen. I tried to prepare myself and I've read everything I can on the subject.

But it's the baby that has it. I know she's healthy. I know she has no under lying issues. I also know that she has a lot of knowledge about Covid-19 and how to handle it. She even has the device to measure her oxygen level-what ever the heck it's called. My brain keeps telling me she'll be alright.

But my heart won't listen. My heart is so very worried, and it's breaking that I can't be with her. 

M & M s a new tradition?

 So everyone on the planet probably knows that October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. It shouldn't surprise any of those people, that the hospitals and scanning sites have fallen behind because of COVID 19 and the new procedures involved in getting into the buildings. So I did my scanning in November and rewarded myself for getting it done with a massage. 

Get it ? Mammogram and Massage? M & M? Ok a little different from those chocolate goodies, but good for you and you'll feel so much better afterwards.

PS got the results back and the girls are good. 

Good bye time

 Why do we say good bye when there really isn't a good feeling? Letting a part of your heart go ain't easy. It hurts.  Even if you've planned this good bye for months and you know it's for the best there's that whole heart thing. You know things won't ever be the same. 

The littles are leaving. It's time, and they're taking part of me with them. I've tried so hard not to become attached,  and I've failed. Miserably. 

I'll miss the way Dolly snuggles so close just so she can give kisses. The way her blue eyes sparkle and the color contrast of her tan and chocolate fur. 

I'll miss Tucker's growl. I'll miss seeing him run to greet me and the way he chases the big dogs. He's a perfect black and tan with a little white spot on his chest. 

I'll miss seeing the big dogs play with them. They have wonderful,  perfect homes waiting for them. Their new parents are so excited and have "dacshund " experience. But I won't see them every day. I won't know if they slept well. If they drank enough water. I just won't know and that's all part  of letting go. 

Not perfect just beautiful

 

The quilt I made for this precious little girl isn't perfect, but the picture of her using it is. 

My super power : Making warriors

 I love to create, make things, grow things. Not everything works out as planned and I could probably start a book on Pinterest fails, but as long as I'm having fun and learning things-I'll keep on trying and doing especially when I consider my successes. 

Oh those purple first prize ribbons are nice. Real nice. I think I'll always treasure them, but you know what I treasure more?

My kids.

Those crazy little brats have grown up to be incredible adults. They're brave. They'll stand up for what they think is right and even fight for what's right. It would just be so easy to say nothing and just roll with the flow, but they don't. Not one of them is capable of just keeping their mouth shut and letting something go down. It's making life a little more difficult, but I can't be more proud.

My little warriors. Not so little anymore.