Listening to the Stories

Wahpeton High School, Wahpeton, N.D.

Where my dad went to high school

I miss hearing the stories.  The stories of when our parents and grandparents were young.  How they worked hard on the farm, had to go to school through waist high snow drifts, how they cheered for the football team,  how they met and fell in love, their hopes and dreams.

I have been working on recording our family histories and memories, and I realize how  egocentric I was as a younger person.  I could have heard hundreds of wonderful stories that would have made the people I love come to life in a whole new way in my mind.  But I missed so many of them by not asking.  The ones I do know and heard I treasure like little nuggets of gold.

So I am trying better now.  To listen, to ask, to actually see the person I am talking to.  To imagine their life through their eyes.  And it has been wonderful.

Love, Lisa

Thanking the Helpers

Counting my blessings this morning.

Husband, Mom, family, who never stop loving and helping.

Friends that give rides and cards and hugs.

Boots that help me walk better.

Music that gets me going.

God who never leaves me or forsakes me.

 

So very thankful for so many blessings.  If you recognize yourself in this list, please know that I appreciate you and love you all so very much.

And if you are helping someone in your life who is having a hard time, (and aren’t we all, in some way or another?) know that you are appreciated.  You are helping to keep them going.

Love, Lisa