Do you love your life? Some days I do and some days I don’t. I want to re-learn loving every day because one day my days will run out.
I’ve been working on a blog post for a while but nothing has felt right. I can get almost there but then it feels like I’m in a maze with no clear view of my direction. I’m not sure if you’ve ever heard the phrase that it is time to poop or get off the pot but today I decided it was time for me to poop or get off the pot — to stop trying and just post.
I love being on the coast — the sounds, the smells, and the beautiful surroundings.
Our Kiawah place was a dream come true for both of us.
I thought this afternoon as we came back through the security gate of the time we drove down on a whim and security wouldn’t let us in without a pass to get on the island. Here we sit some 24ish years later on a lovely screened porch of our own.
Lee’s mom Loree never made it to our house here in physical form, but I have yet to be here and not feel her presence.
Loree was a delicate woman who seemed too pure for the world, and the negative things that being clothed in a human body can bring. She loved unconditionally and would have given you the shirt off of her back. I know that for a fact.
When Lee and I met and decided to marry, I was set on a nice engagement ring. (Back then I hadn’t lived enough to realize that material possessions come and go. The truth is, I was pretty superficial. Thank God for growth!) His mom knew that he couldn’t afford a ring, so she met him for dinner one night and tried her best to give him her wedding set for him to give to me. When I found out, whoa, that was quite an ego check. I was so ashamed that I had been giving Lee such grief about a silly ring. Who was that material girl?
When his mom passed on, we were asked what we would like to have, and we picked her dining room furniture set — the table, chairs, a buffet and a china cabinet.
It was the history as much as the furniture that made us want to have it.
She wanted to buy a used dining room suite. Lee’s dad told her she couldn’t. She was a hairdresser on the side, and so she saved her money to buy it by herself with her hair fixing money.
When we got it, we sent it out and had it faux finished. It is gorgeous! A big reminder of Lee’s sweet mom and a reminder to us that this life is temporary. These days, it’s just as delicate as she was. I wouldn’t take a gazillion dollars for it, and I wouldn’t take ten gazillions for the lessons I’ve learned since she left us.
It was her death and the death of so many others that helped me grow and see that material possessions aren’t the real treasures. It’s the life we have, the memories of those who have moved on and those who are still with us here that matter.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m so grateful to have his mom’s beautiful set but even more so for the treasure of having been blessed to have her along with all of the other people we love in our lives.
I hope you have had a great day and evening!
Much love and light to you!
Kim
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