The Mother of the Bride

My first born, my gift I asked God for is getting married. This is a joyous occasion for her and me. She has always had the desire to become a wife. Now she has been presented with the opportunity.

At first, I was totally against her choice for her husband. But then, a very good friend, a praying good friend interceded. She told me seek God to make him into the husband and man of God she deserves, so I did.

To be able to watch how these two gel together has truly been a blessing. I wanted a husband for both my daughters, men they could and would be able to depend on. One that when things get tough, he will not seek out another woman to fulfill whatever he feels is missing from their relationship. My child has that in this man.

I want a protector for my granddaughters. A man that will learn to love them as if they have his blood running through their veins. A man that will drop by their classroom to make sure things are going well at school. A man that when they call him daddy, he responds as a daddy would.

The planning process for my child's wedding is very time consuming. My sister purchased her wedding dress. The search for the perfect accessories have begun. My desire is for her to be the princess walking down the aisle to her king.

Sending out invitations has be hecked. Thinking we have sent invitations to everyone, only to realize we have missed several family members. Some invitations came back with invalid addresses. So I hope people will understand, we have put forth our best effort.

The bummer in this whole exciting time in our lives, my body is trying to get sick and prevent me from helping the way I had intended. But we will make it work by refocusing.

Our refocus now, people are not replying to the RSVP line. I realize this may seem antiquated in this age of social media, but necessary to ensure we have prepared the correct amount of food, order the correct amount of place settings, etc. People will be ticked if they are not allowed to attend the reception because they failed to call the RSVP line. Saying I think I will attend or sending a text message or RSVPing on Facebook, is not acceptable. So come 11:59 pm on July 31, the RSVP line will be shut off. If we have met the required number of guest... We will have a list of guest that missed the deadline,  who will be able to attend if we have some last minute cancelations.

This moment is all about my baby and her beau, that's what matters to me right now. Since February 16, 1985, she has been one of the most important people in my life. Until after the reception on August 30, 2014, it will be all about her. Everything else will have to take a backseat.

HLB Love Poem

I love you so much.

I love how your eyes staring at me see into me. The way your lips move when you talk to me.

I love the way your hands caress my body its like you have been waiting to touch me all of your life. Like my body is just for you.

I love the way you intertwine your legs with mine and rest your face on my neck, then pull me so close to you that air can't even squeeze through.

I love how you can feel something is wrong without me saying anything. You don't have to be in my presence but you can feel it.

I love the feel of your snoring on my back, neck or chest, it's like a rhythmic vibration that puts me into a deep sleep.

I love the way you call my name when my mind has drifted off to the unknown.

You call me your Queen of the Amazon, a role I enjoy fulfilling.

I love how we talk about any and everything. 

When you say stop it, my mind obeys but my lips don't.

I love how every time I try to end us, you fight for us and won't allow it.

You are my King and don't realize it.

I love the way you have patience with our grandchildren.

I love how you make me feel secure.

I love you for loving me.

I love you because when I got the cancer diagnosis you went to God on my behalf. Like you said God knows how hard you prayed for me. That's how a man loves a woman.

I now realize you are my warrior.

I love that you know just what to say when I have my breakdown moments.

I love you because even though you couldn't attend my doctor's appointment in person, you attended via the phone.

I love you because from the moment I was told I needed a hysterectomy and became scared, you covered me with words of encouragement and your strength.

I love you because you blocked my down days by making them into down moments.

I love you because you apologized for hurting me.

I love you because the silly, stupid stuff you text me can make me laugh so loud, others want know what I just read.

I love you because the wedge that now divides us is visible but yet invisible.

I love you because as much as I didn't like my after surgery body, you kept telling me how sexy I was to you.

Even though distance divides us, I will love you forever.

The Past Is Chasing Me

So the saying is that you can catch a man when you have a man. My past has been trying to become my present. Summer Fling called me unexpectedly one night. I hadn't heard his voice in such a long time that I didn't know who he was, which didn't sit too well with him. He wanted me to move Sweetness aside for him. Then Mr. Big left me a voice message calling me his fiancée. He wants to come visit me this summer, kind of like what he has been saying for the past 3-4 years. And let's not forget Stalker Steve, this dude just will not go away. I ignore every single attempt he makes to contact me, every single attempt.

Summer Fling continues to call and text me with these lame messages of how much he wants to work on a committed relationship. So much bull coming out of his mouth, I wonder if he can taste it. Mr. Big didn't like the idea of me focusing my attention on another man, but hey he never showed much interest. Plus the time I did visit him, he gave off such a negative vibe, it killed any interest I may have had in him.

As for the persistent Summer Fling, I've chosen to ignore him. It's also true, you don't miss what you had until someone else has her. Well Sweetness has my full attention. And if by chance Sweetness does lose my attention, I still will never give Summer Fling or Mr. Big any of my time.

Do I Open My Heart Again

Someday, someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else. I saw this on a poster a couple of years ago, so I kept it. I'm one of those women that have not had much success in relationships. But I am also one of those women that believes in God's promise to provide all your needs. My soulmate is one of my needs.  Now if I could just stop being fooled by the wrong men. I can say this, each guy gets better than the next, so much better.

I have build this shield over and around my heart. To protect my heart is my goal. I'm currently seeing a guy now. He has potential but I need to see more. He has asked me to let down my wall but to date, he really hasn't given me a reason to fully open my heart to him. Sure he has a lot of qualities I like and could grow to love about him. But he also has some areas in his life he needs to clean up. I'm sure he can say the same about me, in fact he has.

I've given this relationship a time limit for things to develop in a slow, positive direction. Am I the woman that will make him want to change his ways, to eliminate his baggage? Is he the man that will cause me to tear down my wall, permanently? Time will tell but until then, we will get to know each other. If things keep going as they have, with areas of improvement on both our parts, we might just be each other's soulmate.

The Dinner...

This is what you did...you prepare this beautiful table, with candles and yellow roses. Hand fed me the finest chocolates and poured me a glass of wine to sip on. Played beautiful music in the background, while we chatted about everything from A to Z. Then for dinner, you placed a large covered plate in front of me. When you removed the cover, there on this beautiful plate, made of fine china was this big pile of dog shit!!! And you expected me to allow you to spoon feed me dog shit one teaspoon at a time.