Impending Reunion

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I love these pictures.  My two daughters and I had ridden by jaunting car through the Gap of Dunloe, and my son and husband had decided to run/walk their way through and meet us at Brandon’s Cottage.  (You can just see the top of the little daughter’s blonde hair sticking up over the bridge. 🙂  )  We saw them coming and felt extraordinarily happy, as if we had been separated for weeks rather than hours.  And here’s Amy running to greet her daddy and brother.

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One day, when my adventures here on earth are over, there will be an amazing reunion up in the sky, with loved ones who have gone before me, and with Jesus, who loves me and will run to greet me.  What a reunion that will be.  Happy day!  Blessings, Lisa

 

Love, The 50th Edition

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“Love is a many splendored thing.”  That song title is a great description of the 50 years of marriage and love that my parents have shared together.  Growing up and watching my parents, I learned what true love was supposed to look like.  I remember them dancing in the living room after supper; part of me loved it, part of me was like, “Come on, Mom & Dad…parents aren’t supposed to actually kiss or anything.”  😉  But most of me was so happy that they were happy, and I knew that I wanted to find a love like that one day.  And happy ending…I did.

So here’s to two of my very best friends, my parents, on their 50th wedding anniversary tomorrow.  May your love continue to shine for many, many more years, because we all love to see the glow.   Love, Lisa

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Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone!  I am a big softie when it comes to “love” holidays, and I will grab any opportunity to give and show and get more love.  😉  This is my honey’s and my favorite love song, and before any of you say, “Oh no, another video!” , I want you to play it and dance with your best guy or girl or daughter/son or cat/dog/gerbil in the kitchen or living room or wherever.  Because life is precious and short, and we all need more love and kindness.

And in case I never say it, I love all you guys….what awesome readers you are!  Blessings on your day, Lisa

With A Little Help

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We Americans tend to be rugged individualists, and that can be a good thing and a bad thing.  Sometimes it’s good to work hard and stand without needing constant assistance.  But sometimes, we all need other people.  We need their encouragement, their laughter and smiles, and their help.  To help us stand a little taller, ease the burden for a little while, and let us know we are not alone.

So today, I am thankful for those people in my life….my husband, my parents, health care people, friends, and the list could go on and on.  Because “sometimes you can’t make it on your own.”  (U2, Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own, HTDAAB)  Thank you so much for helping me in this journey; you all make it much better. 🙂  Slainte, Lisa

Flying With My Dad

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Final approach into Bayse, Bryce Ski Resort

Final approach into Bayse, Bryce Ski Resort

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When I was younger and still living at home, my dad took flying lessons and got his private pilot’s license.  It was thrilling to think of my dad up there flying around, and we couldn’t wait for him to be able to officially take us up for the first time.  He had a little Cessna 4-seater, and it was perfect.  Dad & Mom up front, my sister and I in the tiny backseat.  That little plane would take off, and magically we’d be soaring up in the sky with the birds and the clouds and landing in places like Bryce Ski Resort for dinner, or sometimes just the neighboring airport.  It didn’t matter too much where we went; it was how we got there that made it amazing.  And the fact that my dad was flying us there made him super-cool and made us all feel super-safe.  One time I got to fly with Dad alone, and he let me take the wheel for a little while.  Amazing memories.  And amazing how the fun things that parents do, stick with their children for a lifetime.  🙂  Thanks, Dad, and thanks, Mom, for being cool enough to let him fly.    Love, Lisa