
I figured out which flower is my favorite. It was so easy I don’t know why I hadn’t realized it before. These “popcorn balls,” as I like to think of them, are only around for a short while after they bloom but every spring I find myself looking forward to them. We have a few of these bushes in the backyard of my parents house and I remember thinking once that when I got married it was going to be in the backyard right when these were big and white. They are just so perfect I wish they were around all year long.
That engraving up there? Those are my initials that I put there back when I was twelve. My friend and I were riding by and saw that it was wet so of course being the rebels that we were decided to inscribe our initials into the pavement. My friend said it was illegal so I left off my middle initial (just in case they could trace it back to me) and I won’t tell you where this is (just in case they really can). But, I love that it’s there. I stopped and admired it on our walk, showing the Gooch my proud markings as though I’d left a small piece of myself behind, proving that I belonged somewhere, even if it was just here in this little town.
Today is the farewell luncheon for one of my bosses. He has been one of my favorites so far and I’m really sad he has been reassigned. It’s been a lot of fun getting to know him, talking to him and listening to his stories. He’s such a kind man and has taught me, unknowingly, to embrace my complacent role. It is something that I’ve always struggled with and as I was sitting in his office for my annual review he simply said a few keys words and my mind was opened. I knew he was teaching me a lesson that I had been craving to learn. Suddenly it made sense as to why I was here and the true importance of my assignment. He changed my perspective and helped me learn to be grateful for who I am and my role as a woman.
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Quote of the Day:
Me: “This water tastes like a gym bag.”
AJ: “Really?”Me: “No not really.”
AJ: “We should name out kids awful, awful names.”Me: “Okay!”
Hi! Have just discovered your blog and I’m devouring it! I’m from New Zealand and I have the same tree in my garden. When I was growing up I always called it the “snowball” tree and thought it was magical (I still do). Love what you’re doing! Harriet