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Proud Gramma Post

Her name is Trinity. She is three weeks old today. I look at her and all words seem insufficient. So I will just sit here and gaze upon her pictures and look forward to holding her in my arms in another week.

End of an era

My husband is within a year of retiring from the Air Force after a 30 year career. I can tell the career is coming to an end because today I used the last of my scavenged packing tape.

Especially early in his career, we moved every one to two years. You know the move is real when the packers arrive. They turn your house into a cardboard box jungle and the symphony of packing tape fills the air. Then they leave. In their wake, the floor is littered with partially used rolls of packing tape. I always gathered these and took them to our next assignment. The packing tape sealed the packages that kept us connected to our family and friends that lived so far away.

Today as I wrapped up Christmas packages for distant relatives, my tape dispenser gave me the last of my military move packing tape. I guess this is a first baby step into the civilian world.

Worth a Thousand Words

Joy, Awe, Love, Gratitude..... these words and so much more.

Learning to savor Advent

I made two runs to the local thrift shop this week. The back of my Prius was filled with all sorts of stuff. My youngest has outgrown a lot of clothing and there is no one left to accept "hand-me-downs". I had a supply of clothing that I call my "wishful thinking" clothes. My youngest is 16. My oldest is 24. Should my body ever return to its pre-kids shape I will treat myself to a new wardrobe rather than hang on to these reminders of skinnier days. I have also been purging my closets, cupboards, and drawers of an assortment of bric-a-brac that I was keeping "just in case". Just in case of what I am not sure. If I haven't found a use for it in a couple of years, I am not going to so it is time to let it go. I am also getting better at admitting that some things are not even worthy of a thrift shop donations. No one wants that old tattered blanket or those very lumpy throw pillows. It is time to put them in the trash.

It is an interesting dichotomy to b…