My Tomato

I grew up with a smallish garden that my parents lived on year after year. I have missed those vegetables for almost twenty years now.

I have tried many times growing tomatoes. This year I have finally tasted one.

This is my little one. Tasted just like it came from my parents garden. It was yummy.

Trying something different can be a good thing right? I think this year it will be a tomato.

Blessings!

Changes

Changes.  There are always changes.  Seasons of life.  Birth. Youth.  Single Adult. Married. Children. Divorced. Widowed. Death.  We can count on these things, just like taxes.  ha.

Changes are once again happening around our house.  Carmen has moved back home from college.  Summer is almost upon us.  Another year has gone by.

My hubby has accepted a job offer to do computer work in Afghanistan.  He will be gone a year, and that is to begin very soon.  We are trying to accept the next year joyfully, gratefully, anxiously.

We were talking tonight, and he said to me, "I'm not nervous about my physical safety, I am nervous about missing you."  I melted, and try my best not to cry.  I somewhat held it together.

My precious daughter said this, "My mother landed the lead role in a Nicholas Sparks movie.  My standards have been set."  I lost it with her.  This meant the world to me.  We (kids and I) have struggled for the right man to be in our lives, and we have found him.  God blessed us, and we are truly grateful.  I am grateful that my daughter has a Godly man in her life, and that she has a standard for marriage.


We try to do our best daily. Moment by moment.  I just try to keep up.  We all do right? 


Prayers for traveling mercies appreciated.  Prayers for our most immediate needs to be covered.  I know that we will be provided for, always have been.  Prayers for David with endurance, strength and time to pass quickly.


Blessings today and always.


Jerry Ann

Letter from a Mother to a Daughter

This was going around Facebook, and I thought I would copy it here. Fitting time of year with Mother's Day coming in a few weeks.  I miss my Mom, and am sad to say that I was impatient with her many times.  


Love your Mom while she is here.  
Blessings,
Jerry Ann






Letter from a Mother to a Daughter: 


"My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”... Just listen, please. 


Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep. When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl? 


When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way... remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day... the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. 


Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you. And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked. When those days come, don’t feel sad... just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love. I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I have always had for you, I just want to say, I love you... my darling daughter. "