This is not the post I was going to write for today. I came across this poem and felt the need to share it – It is as powerful as anything I have read in a while… I think of all the “Last Times” with my own children, and them with their kids. I think of my beautiful niece and her new baby. If we only knew it was going to be the last time… Grab a tissue and read on.
Remember the movie Tombstone when Doc Holliday tells Johnny Ringo, “I’ll be your Huckleberry”? Were you as confused as I was – What the heck is a Huckleberry? Over the years, I must have watched this show half a dozen times before I looked it up. It means – the perfect person for the job.
Being a Huckleberry is an honor. Unless you would rather not do the job and like so many, you find it difficult to say no.
I don’t think it is a coincidence that the older I get the happier I become. My life is simple and I am grateful for the life I live. But I believe there is more to it.
Learning to create your own happiness is a choice. You can choose to be happy. Most of my experiences have come from the “School of Hard Knocks”. Today I am sharing some tips I have learned along the way.
Question: I love my mom because…..? Answer: “I Love Her Heart.” That was our 4 year old grandson’s answer. I melted into a puddle. And when his momma received the card from him and read his answers to the various questions – she felt loved, she laughed and she cried happy tears. It was a TRIFECTA!!!
My friend was looking at me through squinted eyes – actually she was looking at my pre-teen forehead, when she asked, “You realize you have a maxi pad taped to your forehead?” Oddly enough, she was not that surprised. The extreme measures I took to straighten my curly hair had become her entertainment.
