Off to a rollicking hitch...

In the morning it comes, heaven sent a hurricane
Not a trace of the sun but I don't even run from rain
Beating out of my chest, my heart is holding on to you
From the moment I knew, From the moment I knew

You are the air in my breath filling up my love soaked lungs
Such a beautiful mess intertwined and overrun
Nothing better than this, oh, and then the storm can come You feel just like the sun, Just like the sun                              This is a Rain wall we passed between Radium and Fairmont B.C.

And if you say we'll be alright
I'm gonna trust you, babe, I'm gonna look in your eyes
And if you say we'll be alright
I'll follow you into the light
The Light- Sara Barielles

   So today I find myself thinking about life and the absolute uncertainty of it all. In part prompted by a friend dealing with the loss of a parent, and my identifying with that. Something serious happens when you lose a parent, and I don't care how old you are or how long you may or may not have been independent, it changes you. Something deep in your soul is altered, and although death is part of the Divine Plan- I'm not gonna lie it's not enjoyable.
  Why, you may ask yourself, are you dwelling on sorrow? Well because today I feel sad. I hate knowing that if I pick up the phone to call my Mother about the struggles I have been facing with my husband, she won't be there to answer. I wish I could lay on her bed again watching a movie and listen to her dozing off, wondering why it is that she always smells so good. I'd give about anything to have not erased the last message she left on my answering machine; the one where she told me how lovely I looked and how much she enjoyed seeing me that day...
  Life is promised to be jam packed with the bittersweet. I am reflecting because everyday whether I like it or not I forget a little bit about the woman who raised and nurtured me- and I cannot let that happen. So today I might listen to Xanadu, while I go about doing the laundry, and let the memories of bottling peaches wash over me. And I think I will most CERTAINLY make mokie soup for lunch... Those of you who don't know what mokie soup is are in for a treat;
Macaroni cooked until a little too soft, (hence the mokies)
Two cans of tomato soup added to said macaroni
- but only one with milk and the other with water.
I like to add pepper but that's kind of fancy so feel free to omit.
Heat until the bottom is almost scorched cuz you were too busy horsing around with your siblings, and serve. Voila- cuisine at it's finest!!! I'll have you know that as a woman with morning sickness, this is actually manna from heaven, and the best part is you can make this into a HUGE vat and have some for lunch the next day(s).

   There are so many things I remember about my Mom now that make me laugh, and so many times where I wish I could say I was sorry and beg for her insight. So I guess the lasting thought I wish to leave is if you can pick up the phone right now and call your parents- DO IT!!! Call them and tell them something you've learned from them- something you've never thought of mentioning before. If you can go to where they are and wrap your arms around them that's even better. Pay attention when you hug them to the way that they smell and how warm they are- so that it's buried deep in your soul. And if things aren't so good with them right now- make a little effort everyday to get things better, you'll never regret overcoming obstacles. You MAY however regret not fixing things when you had the chance.
   Now to my Dad, I love you so much and I am thankful for your fine example of perseverance, and consistency. This year promises to be an exciting one, full of change for you and all of us and I want you to know that I'm in!!! And on that personal note I say to my family and friends; you are loved and each of you matter to me more than you may ever know!

Have a glorious day,