HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SON

I wanted to wish my son Nathan a very Happy Birthday. He is working down there in Arkansas on his 'day'without any of his family. Your Dad and I have you on our minds today, going back 35 years to the day you were born, January 20, 1975 in Concord, MA. You were born about 3 minutes after 1 p.m. (during my Soap Opera, All My Children) which was on the t.v. I don't know how you feel about poems,....especially those that are about you, but this is the way I express myself. I could have gone on and on with phrase after phrase about you, but the poem would have never ended. We love you N8!

Happy Birthday My Son
Written With Love, by Mom - 1/20/2010

You’ve always been a warm spot on my heart,
In fact, it’s been there from the very start.
In the beginning your dad and I knew,
Such a spirit you had when you made your debut.
People came from all over Boston to see “our” boy,
Within hours you were famous, you brought such joy.
You were a blessing, a gift from God up above,
In our arms you were delivered with a whole lot of love.
Your hair was dark auburn, you had curls too,
Freckles on your face, people said “he looks like you”.
When you developed your little southern accent,
We couldn’t help but smile, when talking you were so intent.
When you were little you gave us such pleasure,
A gift from God, you were such a treasure.
You have so many talents, it’s plain to see,
Your abilities are numerous, all would agree.
When you play your music the feelings it brings,
There’s so much passion that comes from the strings.
I miss the days when I tucked you in bed,
And bent down to give you a kiss on your head.
I listened to your prayers to Father in Heaven above,
For you, your Momma has a heart full of love.
Although I miss your younger phase,
I would not trade who you are today.
Yes, you are all grown and on your own,
I look forward to visits when you come back home.
Happy Birthday Nathan!

Thought for the New Year! Learn to love burnt biscuits!

My friend Mardell sent the below story in an email tonight. I love it! I'd like to give credit to it's author, but the author is unknown. This little story says so much! I tried to find a picture of burnt biscuits, but when I googled on burnt biscuits clip art, it came up with a Museum of Burnt Food web site. It's a real museum in Massachusetts. It had pictures of other burnt foods, but not biscuits. Here's a plate of non-burnt biscuits,....we'll pretend they are black and icky. Anyway,....please enjoy this story as much as I did.

BURNT BISCUITS.............

When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite! When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits." Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides - a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!" You know, life is full of imperfect things.....and imperfect people. I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else.
What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each others faults - and choosing to celebrate each others differences - is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship. And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet of God. Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn't a deal-breaker! We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship! "Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket - keep it in your own." God Bless You..... Now, and Always....
So Please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burnt one will do just fine.!.!.!.! And PLEASE pass this along to someone who has enriched your life... I just did through my BLOG!

I Am The New Year

I am the new year. I am an unspoiled page in your book of time. I am your next chance at the art of living. I am your opportunity to practice what you have learned about life during the last twelve months. All that you sought and didn’t find is hidden in me, waiting for you to search it but with more determination. All the good that you tried for and didn’t achieve is mine to grant when you have fewer conflicting desires. All that you dreamed but didn’t dare to do, all that you hoped but did not will, all the faith that you claimed but did not have—these slumber lightly, waiting to be awakened by the touch of a strong purpose. I am your opportunity to renew your allegiance to Him who said, "Behold, I make all things new." (Bible Illustrator)