The Power of a Love Letter

Words of love from the man you hold dearest are powerful. They can soothe you when you are upset, comfort you when you are lonely, make you smile when you are feeling down, and reassure you that everything in life is going to be just fine.
I have been told many times, in many ways, that he loves me and our life above all else. That we have a bright, exciting, fulfilling future together. That I can trust in our love. Then....you get the letter. Your dreams are written there in black and white. You are his best friend, you were meant to be together forever. He loves spending quiet nights with you and truly enjoys all our crazy talks of plans for the future. Is it me? Or does seeing it in black and white make it more real....more concrete.
Thank you for those words. In this crazy world it is a true gift to have someone to rely on and love every day.
The power of words is strong, but for me, the power of the written word is strongest of all.

Truths

~ My husband is my best friend.
~ I love my children above all else, they are my joy.
~ I dream of seeing Paris.
~ I love to write
~ I love the way the world looks through the lens of a camera.
~ I am a crier.
~ I have a good heart and a generous spirit.
~ I have not reached my fullest potential...I still have dreams unfulfilled.
~ I do not appreciate gossip.
~ I'm learning to stand up for myself
~ I think women, and now know young girls, are often cruel to each other.
~ I have had my heart broken.
~ I adore cookies and coffee for breakfast.
~ I know life is hard, but that doesn't make it any easier.
~ I am slow to trust and do not easily let people into my life.
~ I am blessed to have a few good friends.
~ I understand the value of good health.
~ No one really knows me.
~ I love roaring fires and quiet evenings.
~ I am striving to cherish the moment.

Sometimes we yell

Perfect. Nobody is perfect...even though most people in my neighbourhood are doing their best to pretend they are. When you have been out late at a party the night before, a rather rare occurrence. Your hubby has had too much to drink and his snoring sounded rather like an elephant blowing through a garden hose, and both kids decide to wake up with nightmares, you end up very tired. Three hours sleep is not enough. Couple that with having just been putting one foot in front of the other all week. Just trying to get through it. Add cold weather, broken washing machines, lying salesmen, burnt cupcakes, pain and the catalyst..a dramatic child who decides she hates her life and tells you. A daughter to whom you have tried to give the world to on a silver platter but she has a melt down when she has to do homework. Sometimes we yell and send them to their rooms....then we feel like crap. I'm sorry baby. Sometimes we yell...not very often and we will try not to do it again.

Snowed in in Suburbia

It's snowing again. Another 15 cm last night. All the "good" neighbours are out shovelling their driveways and sidewalks, clearing the snow as fast as it falls. We are sitting in the house watching cartoons in our PJ's at 11am on a Sunday morning. Bucking the system. When you live in suburbia you follow the unwritten rules of the neighbourhood. Don't let the grass get too long, don't let the dandelions take over (even if your kids think they are pretty) and heaven for bid if you let the snow sit in the driveway for too long. Bizarre. Guess my first entry will be a short one. Have to go shovel the driveway and the walk..have to be a good neighbour in suburbia.