Those Beautiful Eyes

     I couldn’t wait!  When the time finally arrived I feared the unknown and the pain.  There was no turning back.   Through my joyful tears I said hello.  Her lusty cries were silenced and her eyes showed recognition.  She knew me! 

     The torturous pregnancy had been worth it.  My baby recognized me and my heart filled with an overwhelming sense of love, joy, and peace like I have only ever experienced once more in my life with the birth of my son. 

     Ever since that first glimpse when I melted into the windows of my child’s soul, I have been enraptured.

Tidbit Thursday- Reasons to Smile!

    This Thursday I found many reasons to smile and count my blessings.  The smiles began when I went to my son’s school to have lunch with him.  The smile on his face when he saw me was priceless.  The way my son runs up to greet me with a smile that could light up the room and embraces me with a warm hug warms my heart.  Sharing in the giggles over lunch with my son and his friends was priceless.

    Shortly after I arrived back home, my husband came home for the weekend.  There is nothing that makes me happier in the world than to see my husband’s semi truck backing into the driveway.  Every visit is a special treat.  

     Even more priceless was the smiles and elation on my children’s faces when they stepped off their buses and seen that their Daddy was home.  My son was so excited he fell on his face in the snow in his rush to get into the house to see his Daddy.  It was repeat performance as my daughter slip and slid in the snow yelling “Daddy!” as she burst into the front door.  My husband’s homecomings makes all of us smile.
  

      After all the homecomings we went out for pizza which is always a treat.  I am thankful I completed my first Web Design class successfully.  I am thankful that I started another one.  I am thankful my family is together for the weekend, and I am thankful for each and every one of you. I am thankful for Larissa and her fun Tidbit Thursday Party at "Papa is a Preacher"!   That pretty much sums up my day full of tidbits.  Bless each and every one of you until next time I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.

Dreams or Reality? - BFF 246

The following is a fictional story I wrote in response of the BFF photo prompt for this week.  I hope you enjoy it.

     Diana awoke to find herself in the middle of a long hallway.  The floors were tiled in white and black.  She stood up, grabbed her best friend Bear, and made her way along it.  It seemed to stretch on forever.  The end of the hallway glowed with an inviting light.  She knew instinctively that she needed to find out what was at the end of the long hall.   She had no clue where she would end up but she was dying to find out.  In her excitement, she broke into a run.  Finally she came to the end where two doors stood side by side.

      How curious she thought.  Each door had a sign.  One was labeled “Dreams” and the other “Reality”.  A clock hung on the wall in between ticking in time with her heart beat.  She puzzled over which door to choose.  Certainly she could visit both, right?  If she visited both she could decide which world she preferred.  The question was which would she visit first and where would she decide to remain.  What did she dream her life to be?  She wished to be blissfully happy of course and married to none other than Prince Charming living in a big fairytale castle far, far away but what else did she dream?  Would she dream to be a famous movie star, talented artist, or a skilled surgeon?  In her dreams would she be filthy rich?  Certainly all those dreams would be preferable to what reality would hold in store for her.  Reality was an unknown and while it could hold happiness, it could also hold despair.  There would be no guarantees if she chose reality.  She started for the door of dreams, but a nagging sensation held her back.  Again she contemplated both doors.  What if her dreams took on a horrific twist and resembled a nightmare more than the happily ever after she had envisioned?  What if she went through the door of dreams and found herself in a twisted world where nothing made sense, much as Alice did when she fell down the rabbit hole.

 

      Diana moved closer to reality.  What did she really want in life?  Did she want the perfect fairy tale?  Well of course!  Everyone did!  Confused she stepped closer to the land of dreams only to be stopped by misgivings once again.  Did she really want to throw herself into a world where nothing ever made sense and things were never as they seemed?  Did she want to take the chance that what lied behind the door of dreams was the culmination of wishes and happiness instead of confusion and terror?

 

       Her mind made up she purposefully took the path to reality.  She chose to live her life as it came, enjoying each day and counting her blessings in each one instead of living with her head in the pink, fluffy clouds of dreamland.  She chose to accept that life wouldn’t be perfect; but that she would develop strength, courage, and wisdom the longer she remained in reality.  At least in reality, everything would eventually make sense  if only in hindsight.  The door of dreams beckoned like a forbidden fruit dangling enticingly in front of her.  No, she would not take it.  Look what happened to Adam and Eve when they ate the forbidden fruit!!   She would follow destiny’s path and learn the lessons in life she was meant to.  There was also that feeling of foreboding that overwhelmed her whenever she stepped closer to the land of dreams that scared her into believing that whichever door she chose was a final choice.  She feared she would never be able to return to the hall of decision once she crossed the threshold of either door.  The clock between the two doors chimed.

        She knew instinctively that her time to choose was running out.  A chill of terror crept up her spine as she raced for the door of reality, flung the door open and rushed inside.  The door slammed shut behind her and soon she was falling.  She landed in a heap in her very own bed drenched in sweat.  The overhead light illuminated as her mother rushed in and quickly gathered her in her arms.

 
    “Diana, are you all right?  You were crying out in your sleep!  Shhh, Mommy‘s here.  It was just a dream!” she said as she held Diana close and smoothed the curls on her sweaty brow.  Diana burrowed into the loving embrace of her Mother relieved she had chosen the door that led her home.

Focus on This! :What's On My Plate

 

Hot and Cold

Welcome to day 22 of BlogFest 2012!!  Today’s writing prompt is brought to us today by Betty at Today’s Baker.  

    What can be hot and cold?  Well let’s see, men, women, the weather, food, women who are hormonal, and all the above.   Why do I feel like dancing and singing the heat and snow miser song and kicking up my heels??  Living in the heart of the Midwest I get my fill of one day hot and  the next day cold every fall.  This week in particular has been a great example of that.  Today it reached 75 degrees.  Tomorrow the forecast is on the opposite end of the spectrum with the high only expected to reach 51 degrees tops and a low temperature plummeting to 34 degrees.  It is quite the drastic difference, but fairly normal for this time of year.   You aren’t quite sure whether to run the air conditioner or the heat.  Course half the time I am not sure whether to wind my a$$ or my watch anyways so I wing it.   It is just enough temperature change to insure that most people will be sick as hell and death warmed over by Monday after a weekend of rollercoaster temperatures and living life to the max.  If they aren’t sick, they will be calling in to proclaim they are sick simply because if they didn’t catch the latest bug their kids have and they are sure to have it SOON.

 

     As far as the hormonal tidal waves of hot and cold go, I am approaching the golden age when I can expect to be hotter than the blazes of hell even if I am standing half naked in a$$ deep snow in sub zero temperatures.  On second thought, maybe I am already there!  I am the nut who has to have it cold in the bedroom to sleep and pay absolutely no never mind to traipsing out barefooted in the snow to dig up a dog leash in my nightgown.  A lot of that is because I am simply to lazy to be bothered with shoes, after all it isn’t that far to go and not that long I will be out in the elements so WHY waste my time with shoes and a coat?  Yeah, I am different that way.  Usually I am half asleep and half past give a $hit when I let the dogs out to whiz in the center of the night anyway.  A person can’t be expected to dress appropriately then, right?    Besides I can count the minutes until I will be snug as a bug and warm in my little bed once again.  My husband is paranoid about being seen, but I really don’t care.  With half the world women and the other half men, chances are you are one or the other so what’s the big deal?  Most people have seen it before.  Every now and then you will see someone that has all the parts, which is different and definitely a reason to stare, but if you are normal there really is no big deal.  Maybe you just got to air it out.

      I am going to go off on a tangent, so bear with me.  If I have to drink water it has got to be ice cold.  No other kind of water will do.  I don’t want to just wet my whistle.   I want to be refreshed.  In my world, soup was meant to be HOT.  It should always be hot, end of story.  One time I was staying at the Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island and they served cold cucumber soup for dinner in the dining room as a precursor to prime rib.  I remember it well.  When you stay at the Grand Hotel, they expect you to dress for dinner.  You can’t just waltz in wearing a t shirt and jeans.  They expect women in a dress and men to be in dress pants and a dinner jacket.  Seriously, I kid you not.  I waltzed in hungry enough to eat the a$$hole out of a skunk and they served me cold green soup.  Ewwww!!!  I thought they had FORGOT to cook it, then realized they MEANT to serve it that way.  Needless to say, after our expensive dinner we went back to the room, changed into normal vacation clothes (casual shirt and jeans) and walked to town and ate our fill of burgers and fries at a local bar.

      Considering I had absolutely no clue what I would write for this prompt letting my mind ramble has got me a blog written which is good enough for me until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.