I woke up to my huge calendar practically leering at me from across the room. It's big enough to where I can see the colors and how many things I have on any given day when I wake up, even when I don't have my contacts or glasses on, and you know what? It's about to get REALLY ugly around here.
This "morning" B and I snuggled up in my bed to watch a Scooby-Doo movie. They're a family favorite. N passed his love of S.D. on to B when he was tiny, and we have so many episodes and movies on dvd and our dvr. They've gotten a little out of hand lately, so I don't know why I had ANY hope at all that "Scooby-Doo! WrestleMania Mystery" was going to have any entertainment value. I must admit, I did snort with laughter when a cartoon John Cena came on the screen, and I snorted even harder when he ripped his shirt off for the first time. I mean...even I know who he is, and there's no way you'd ever force me to watch anything WWE related. I'd rather miss the first 5 minutes of any Law & Order: SVU episode on Monday nights (I've seen them all anyway) than have to listen to/watch the ending of Monday Night Raw. I think that's what it's called. Anyway, the movie was ridiculous and I can't get that two hours of my life back, but it was cuddle time with B, and I consider that time well spent...even if we DID know who the bad guy was before the movie even got going.
I steal thunder, people. It's what I do.
I also not-so-shamelessly stalk blogs of people I don't know. There are a few I've read that I've really been able to relate to...either personal journeys, parenting journeys, or total mishaps. And then there are those that you randomly find while reading a post of a friend's friend and you become so "glued" to that person and what's happened that you just HAVE to know more. And so, I started at the beginning. And I only felt a little creepy at first. But by the time I caught up to her posts from three years ago (that's when I became "current" because I started reading in 2011), I was sobbing my little heart out for this woman and her children and her husband.
Long story short, without revealing too much detail because it's not my story, she and her little family had a beautiful life. And then, her hubs got sick. And they flew all over creation trying to find a way to make him better, and they just couldn't. So they got a hospital bed delivered to their house so he could be with those he loved, and when he passed away, he did so curled up on his son's favorite sheets.
Waterworks. Still. And chills. And then, this brave and courageous woman picked up the pieces of her family and kept truckin' along. She moved closer to her family, and in time, met an amazing man and they became a blended family: her two, his one. I haven't read her blog in well over a year, but she popped into my head the other day, and I looked her up. And when I pulled up her blog, tears spilled down my cheeks as I looked at this precious newborn that filled my laptop screen. I remembered in an earlier post, prior to her first husband's death, that she had been angry that they would never have anymore children because she didn't feel like she was "done," and how overjoyed I was for her to be able to have another little life to care for.
And then, I read that her first husband's parents came to meet the baby and declared him one of their own, and I was a total puddle, ugly crying like there was no tomorrow. Because, to me, that is one of the most beautiful things that I could ever read. They loved their daughter-in-law THAT much...to cheer her on and be a part of her life (not just the grandkids) after their son was no longer on this Earth. It's something that makes my eyes get a little wet just thinking about it, because it's just love. Pure. Simple. Love. And while I know NONE of these people, it feels like they could be my neighbors, my friends, my family...because those feelings and emotions are just real and hard but beautiful all the same.
I'm so ready to welcome the fall: jeans and hoodies and cozy stuff. I know it's a long way off still, but it's September, so the calendar totally tricks us into thinking it's just around the corner. I wish. In other news, I haven't watched a single college football game yet. I know. Un. American. I am, however, DEEP into the "Unauthorized Saved By The Bell Story" and let me just tell you...
This is totally making my week.
Way to set the bar REAL low, there, Aubrey...
Aubs
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