I have lots to be thankful for this year. First is getting to spend Thanksgiving with my family. I tried to make it extra special this year, even getting out our china since my daughter is a senior and after next year when she goes off to college, we may only see her on the holidays.
Here are some of my favorite pictures from the day.
Highland Redemption is almost here and to celebrate it’s release, my husband made this trailer. I think he did a fabulous job.
Like all good partnerships, marriage takes teamwork, compromise, dedication, and commitment. Add kids (and four pets) to the mix and you have a whole new set of parameters that move around like a dart board when you’ve had too much to drink.
Life is constantly changing and so do the rules, which are usually interpreted differently by each of us. Sure, we’ve always had lots of love and respect for each other, but complications abound with work, schedules, school, illnesses, and the occasional “what the hell just happened crazy from out of nowhere stuff”.
How do we communicate or find time to be a couple when life is a moving target and our four kids want or need something from the time we wake in the morning until after we’ve gone to bed at night? How do we find time alone together amongst the stress of work, doctor’s appointments and the endless day to day tasks that keep us overwhelmingly occupied?
It’s not easy!
But thankfully I have a good friend that let us in on a little secret that she and her husband were using to stay connected. 😉
Love by the letters: My husband and I began Alphabet Dating last year.
Starting with the letter A and working our way through the alphabet, we alternate the duty of planning a date centered around our assigned letter. Thought has to go into each night out, both to meet the letter requirement and to do something our spouse will like. It also spreads out the responsibility while keeping one of us accountable for the next planned evening together.
Not only does this force us to make time for ourselves, but puts us outside of our comfort zone and trying new things together. Oh, the other catch, you don’t tell your partner what you’re doing. You can instruct your significant other on what kind of clothes to wear, but most of the time the other is clueless about the final destination until we arrive.
And even though they don’t get to tag-a-long, the kids love it! The younger guys are always asking who has the next date and whispering ideas in our ears.
For our first date, I took my husband to the Arlington Cinema & Drafthouse to see the classic movie Airplane. It was a great start because we went somewhere we never would have thought of going or treating ourselves to. Since then, we’ve been to the opera (not my husband’s favorite), done a Historic Hike of Fairfax, Virginia, been line dancing, seen a musical and participated in a murder mystery dinner theater.
I’ve loved them all, but my favorite so far would have to be when my husband took me to Frozen on ice, then we went to Fat Tuesdays (Yay! Cajun food) and watched Ole Miss Football in the bar. Of course we don’t always do something so elaborate. Earlier this month, I took him out for Mexican and a movie. The point is just spending time together, not spending all our money. 🙂
I’m always looking for new ways to stay connected with my soulmate. Any other suggestions? What do you do to keep your Happily Ever After?
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The call came Saturday morning. Three member’s of my husband’s family were murdered Friday night. It didn’t feel real and still doesn’t. How? Why? We are left with so many questions.
After spending a week away on spring break vacation, my original intention was to write about the trials and tribulations of traveling with kids. But it doesn’t feel right to not speak out or hide what’s happening, even as we are still trying to understand.
Ken’s Aunt Elaine Mazzella, cousin Sandy Mazzella and cousin’s wife Stephenie Mazzella were shot in Sandy’s and Stephenie’s home by a man, who at one time had been a trusted business associate and friend.
Two innocent children, ages fourteen and ten, are left behind without their parents to pick up shattered dreams and attempt to make sense of what their new life will be.
I have grieved recently over the loss of someone dear, but this time I’m grieving for our family members that will have to live with this loss everyday and face the insecurity about what the future will bring.
I’m also left wondering how anger can turn into something this horrific. I have been angry with people before, but never so much that I would even consider harming them. How is it that some people don’t have the ability to back down and realize that letting go of that rage will bring more peace than acting out?
A Gofundme.com account has been set up for the kids, but nothing will ever be able to replace what was stolen from them and the rest of the family by a selfish man who will now spend the rest of his life in jail, leaving his family behind as well.
I was almost two months pregnant and flying with my 14 month old daughter to New York on 9/11. The flight from Mississippi to North Carolina went smoothly, but as we arrived at the gate to make our connecting flight to New York, flights had been delayed. One tower of the World Trade Centers had been hit by a plane.
Every eye at the gate was glued to the overhead TVs as the report came in that another had been hit. I remember saying to the man beside me “That was no accident.” I became hyper-focused on my daughter and then worried that my husband may have gotten up and gone into the city that day. He was working in mid-town, but I didn’t want him anywhere near what was going on. To my relief, when I called, he was still at his dad’s in Westchester County.
Sometime later, I was standing in a line trying to re-book my flight when a news reporter came up to interview me. Up until that moment, everything had been surreal, but as soon as she started asking questions, it sunk in that someone had purposely sought to kill innocent people just going about their daily routine. I remember saying something like “How could anyone do something like that?” and then I looked down at my sweet, unsuspecting, energetic child, who just wanted to run around the airport and play. I burst into tears in front of the reporter and camera.
Luckily I found a nearby hotel that had a room and a shuttle. The next day I returned to the airport to wait with every other trapped passenger, most of whom had stayed the night on the airport floors. In one of the lines an airport employee said she saw me on the news the night before. It’s probably a good thing I did not catch that news report because I’m sure I looked hideous.
There were many heroes that day, average citizens helping others, the firemen and the police and countless others. I had my own personal heroes that day too. The lady at the US Airways ticket counter that found a package of emergency baby supplies for a scared young mom and the numerous American Red Cross volunteers that stayed at the airport to hand out toothbrushes, water and necessities for all the stranded and terrified people. They gave my daughter a teddy bear that probably reassured me more than it did her.
Since 9/11, my charity of choice has been the American Red Cross because I have seen them in action and I know their work is worthwhile. The money you give today may not be put to use right away, but it will go to help others when an emergency does arrive.
On our third day stranded, my husband drove down to pick us up. The days had been horrible, but we were so thankful that we were the lucky ones and made it to New York safely.
On 9/11, I remember all of those innocent people. I remember all of the first responders that worked so hard at great sacrifice to themselves. And I remember my own heroes too. I still have my daughter’s bear and the US Airways package. It’s strange because I am an anti-hoarder, but I’ll never be able to let them go, just like I will never forget.