The secret to your success is found in your daily routine. John C. Maxwell
If someone took a look at my usual daily routine they wouldn’t think I am a success, but I think I am. My days now are quiet, and for the most part doing only what I want to do. I am retired and that is part of my success. I worked full-time for 50 years and some of those years I also worked part-time. I am by no means wealthy, but I can pay the monthly bills. I may not have everything I want, but I do have everything I need.
The friendships I have are a big part of my success. I have wonderful friends that I love and respect. There are those that I know I can call if I need anything, and they will do whatever they can to help. Truthfully, there have been times that I would have given up the fight without them. And of course, there is family. The family I have left live in a different state and I haven’t seen them in quite a while. But, there is a bond that cannot be broken and I treasure my family. Friends and family are blessings. Precious gifts from God.
The antique dining table was set with the finest linens, the wedding china, and the family crystal waiting for the guests to arrive. She stood at the window watching for the guests she so often invited, the people she loved. The guests who never responded to her invitations, her love.
Grandma’s Yarn A ball of yarn was never far from Grandma’s lap. Every Christmas, birthday, and special occasion they all knew there would be something for each of them lovingly knitted or crocheted by her. She’s been gone for years but they still miss her and how she made the special days even more special with her creations made of yarn and love.
He was a big tough man with lots of tattoos, usually dressed in leather riding his Harley, who rarely smiled. Most people were afraid of him and to be honest he did look kind of rough and scary. But she knew her daddy was really a big soft sweet teddy bear dressed in a bad guy disguise.
I thought I had found the perfect place with the best people for us to live with quietly and peacefully. The people here surprised me and I am not easily surprised. They talk sweet and nice, but they don’t love us or even like or understand us and they certainly don’t respect us. When they started teasing and playing rough with the kid, my kid, I knew we had to leave before they broke his spirit. So, here we are on the road again looking for a safe place to live, a sanctuary, a family.
This is my gramma’s rocker.
It was given to her by my grandfather when she was pregnant with my mother.
Gramma rocked her children and her grandchildren in this chair.
When she died it was given to my mother who rocked her grandchildren in it.
When my mother died the chair became mine.
I have rocked all my catkids in it.
This year the chair is 99 years old.
It will always be “Gramma’s rocker”.