I am not liking this trend. 3 years in a row.

2020 There was Daddy.

2021, And then Meow Meows

And you. My Baby Beau.

You’ve been the hardest to write down words. To express the feels and the hurts.

And I will take that as a sign that you excelled in your worth. 

You stole my heart the moment we met eyes. Ours grew brighter together in each others lives. 

You brought this light and, my dear Beau.. you outshone everyone, it carried everywhere you’d go. 

I miss you terribly, that’s no surprise.  

You were just simply, some would maybe even say.

The Best. In. Show.

You. My MamasBoy/Beau.

Inspiration comes often

When life inspires. And your hands are tied.

How often it happens, a perfect phrase to describe.

I’m brushing my teeth,

Seems a messy time to stop and jot my thought.

I’m falling into a beautiful sleep, yet my mind wanders and my body must decide.

The thought of moving my arms to jot my thought seems torturous, so i drift back, choose to move aside.

I’m in the shower, hearing music that inspires with soapy hands that can’t be used.

Then those perfect words to explain are gone. As was that muse.

I missed that moment, to jot that thought.

Inspiration comes often, when your hands are tied.

The stockings are again hung, and they each will always have one.

Sadly. I wrote a post similar to this last year for Daddy, and damnit Meow Meows, you’re making me try to again, write something catchy 🤔

The stockings were hung as all our years past

You earned your title. You owned it quite frankly. For your given name changed because of your comments and wants, being voiced, quite lengthy. (I mean, breakfast calls at 5-ish AM quite regularly!) ☕️ 🤫

Not cool Meow Meows.😴

Those nuances those nicknames those cute words we create, such as the “purr-berator”, because with the simplest hug your purr was loud and your body would vibrate.

We will forever miss those hugs. Those nose-dives and your relentless love. Please carry on with Daddy, groom his face and neck as you used to do, his eyes closed tight as you nose-dive him too.

You came into my life for a second which turned into years. And you are worth every single tear.

Also. 👇🏻You were a badass! ❤️ As you can see from this link here 👇🏻 And that is how you’ll forever be.

My Cat’s a Badass

The stockings were hung as all our years past

This year yours is empty, but it will always be, that blue one there with the capital D. A piece of your soul and a part of you lives in that necklace that hangs where silly treats once did.

Your character your charisma. Your attitude your sass. I’m not gonna lie, you could be a real pain in the ass.

You allowed me, (yes I said you) into your and James’ lives, you did not however do so without a fight. He was your guy and you were his. And I most definitely did not take your love light.

Your body grew older but your mind never did. Your needy and salty crass attitude wouldn’t give.

When you wanted, you would snuggle so close and purr so deep, and that . I will forever feel. And forever keep❤️

Daddy. 2005-2020

I HAVE HAD THE MOST AMAZING DECADE

First. I turned thirty. And that’s the kind of number you need to start a decade. 😉

Then, or second I guess,?🙃  my fiancé and I bought a house/complete-rehab together, which is something that I never thought I would, or could, acheive, but his complete confidence and blind trust in US made me say, “O-fuckin-K!”. 🤷‍♀️ Now, as first time homeowners, with a toolbox that consisted of a hammer, couple screwdrivers and 🤔maybe duct tape❓ we dove in head on. Then we got married. Married! And that is a whole other amazing story that has no ending. ❤️(Spoiler alert, the rest of this decade includes my husband).

We started (‘10) this home-takeover-up-to-our-elbows adventure about a month before we flew off to our wedding, and when we came home had brilliantly allowed ourselves less than a week to move out of our apartment into said compleeeeete makeover, (that was funnily enough completely uncompleted). Wait, I’m not sure if I used the word ‘brilliantly’ correct.❓🤔.  Deep breath. Many many deep breathes. Now I am not one who’s afraid to ask for help, which I really think more people should get over that fear, so ask I did. And, (here is a very tiny piece of the process from the SD home,)

I am so proud and thankful for all the knowledge we gained from friendships that we had built in SD, and all the failures and oops’😮 we had learned through those six years. And those memories will never be forgotten. And it all sure as shit carried over through these last four.

Fast forward to where I am now (‘20) and it’s another home, both town and the four-walls-and-a-roof-kind of home, that I have left my fingerprints all over. And I really mean that in every sense. This house has completely become a reflection of us. My coworkers and the customers at the restaurant/bar I work at have become part of our family as well. I mean, to work at a place where people are happy to see your family, and ask how they are when they don’t, is pretty damn great. And it for sure goes both ways. If I haven’t seen you for a bit, you better come in and say hello so I know you’re ok. After all, we’re family.

In 6 months we will be celebrating our 10 year anniversary. So yeah, this next decade is going to be amazing as well.

I hope it brings you many many seconds of smiles that warm your heart. Here’s one from me. ❤️

A Decade Ago

A decade ago. (05/08/08) Decade. Something happened that completely changed my life.

It was a Cyclist-V-Motorist sorta situation, (and by sorta I mean SHIT). Long story short, I lost. Yet I also won.

I learned how really strong I am. I already knew I was, but didn’t realize how much so. Determined for full recovery, lets not get too dramatic, it was only surgery on the most complicated joint in your body!. (shoulder) But I kicked rehabs ass!

It changed other relationships as well. The bond with my father got stronger. My love for others deeper, (or lesser, I mean, you know 😔)

James. For example.

One who was of the idea that marriage was just, “a form”. Then he became one who couldn’t imagine a life without me, without that “form.” For me, I always wanted to be in a marriage, with someone I could call my husband. And someone to call me his wife. It may sound strange to you, but it had been discussed that at some point, it could quite possibly come into play, as I would not cave. Well, as he’s said, getting that call from work asking where I was. After I’d kissed him goodbye and rode off. No words. Seeing me in that ICU. Changed him.

A decade ago this changed our lives. It changed the path we were on.

For the better.

For the amazing.

I’d prefer to never get hit by a car again, but if I had it do it over, JUST. FOR. THIS. I’d do it in a heartbeat. I’d prefer to be 28 and in shape at said time, but..

For the record, every time I say “My Husband” and every time he says ”My Wife” my heart smiles.

(I can imagine/not smell, plenty of you out there vomiting I’m your mouth a little. Sorry. Sometimes gooey love is real, not gross)

PSA…. Please watch out for cyclists. This is not how we all want to have our lives changed for the better. 🚲🚗👎🏻