Having Love

This weekend we went to an SCA event in which my husband got squired to a knight (yes, it is all organized that way, with Kings and Queens and Baron and Baronesses and Knights, etc) Duke (meaning he's won the right to be King a few times in his day) Sir (meaning he's a knight) John the Mad Celt (just gotta love that name).  It was a good day.  We stayed in a hotel the night before, ate out two dinners in a row and played outside all day, Saturday.  Miriam and I ran around on a sandy white beach.  It was a mini vacation.  And we were back in time for me to teach my young women's lesson today!

I feel better. I mean, I still feel like there is a lot to do, but I guess that is never going to change. I'm just trying to keep my priorities straight! And the paper OFF my kitchen counter!


I talked to my great-grandmother on the phone a few months back, in which I told her that Bill worked ALL THE TIME (this was when he was still deployed and they worked 12hour days 5 days a week and 10 hour days the other 2).  She just told me that work was what life was about.  I've thought about that so much ever since.  They raised 4 children (5, but one died very young) and my great-grandfather worked a day job and and evening job for a long time.  They lived through wars and the Great Depression.  They just worked and enjoyed their families when they could.  They instilled morals and work ethic in their children.  She was right, their lives were about work and sacrifice and the love of family.  When I visited her for her 95th birthday last month she was so happy just to be surrounded by these children and grandchildren (and great and great-great grandchildren) she helped bring into the world.  That was the fun part about being 95.

I can't really do better than my best.  My best changes every day.  What really matters is that we're taken care of and that my family feels loved.  And I can do that!