My thoughts this morning...
I want to play tennis.
I think it's a sport I could actually get into and it's one that Greg and I can play together. Not to mention the cute outfits you get to wear and the fact that of all the celebrity crushes my husband could choose, he always seems to have the hots for a certain young, blond tennis star.
I want to take dance classes.
I've loved dancing my whole life. I've never been the most graceful or had the best technique or skills, but it's always been something I loved to do. I always worked hard at it. I'd like to feel my body move in different ways than it usually does. Dance helps with posture and confidence and overall fitness.
I love watching my husband work on our home.
Yesterday, bright and early, Greg struck out to find flowers, trees and greenery for our front landscaping. I've learned that he has an eye for beauty and order and design unlike most I've ever seen. Before I would insert my "two cents" only to find that his ideas and his vision were, once again, the best. So, I now step back and just enjoy his work because nobody does it better than my man.
Favorite quote from the weekend:
"You are the exclamation point on my creativity"
In complimenting my husband on how well he sees and does things from his work as a chef, to his brilliant ideas at home and at work, to his awesome abilities with home improvements and beautification, he is by far the "Creative Genius" in our household. When I told him this, he argued saying I am creative in my writing, I said "Thank you, but I don't hold a candle to you in the creativity department." His response was the lovely compliment mentioned above. Through my little touches here and there when he has completed his work and through my excitement and admiration of his work, Greg believes I provide the "exclamation point" to my husband's creativity.
Why do some of the best people who have so much to offer the world have to leave us so soon?
The father of two of our very best friends died this weekend. He'd struggled with a somewhat short, but terrible battle with cancer and finally succumbed to the disease with dignity, respect and love from his wonderful family and friends. A doctor himself, he knew when he first received the diagnosis that there probably wouldn't be much time before the inevitable. So, he went about readying his family. I can only assume that over the last few months this family spent time talking about all the good memories and spent time making sure they each knew how they felt and how much he is loved and how much he would be missed. I know Dr. Shuff was a good man, a wonderful father and grandfather, and I know he spent his life helping others, what I don't know is why now? All I can do is thank God for all he was to all those who knew him, be grateful that I was lucky enough to know him and be grateful to him for helping to raise two of the very best men I know.
I want to follow through on the dreams that I have for myself and my family. Like Dr. and Mrs. Shuff, I hope to raise strong, loyal, caring children who are respectful and who love their mother and father. I want my husband and those closest to me to always know how much I care for them because we only have today.