It seems like daily I meet new people; whether it's new arrivals in the marina, resort guests hanging by the pool, or folks walking down to Paradise Pointe to see the setting sun. The conversations are all pretty much the same....where are you from? how did you get in to sailing? are you retired? what do/did you do for a living? do you have kids? grandkids? I can only indulge in chit chat for so long, then this introvert at heart needs a break. Cap'n however, keeps right on talking- on the boat, in the water, at the tiki bar, in the gym, at church, all day long, late into the night. That boy is a talker! After fifteen minutes or so, I excuse myself from the conversation to return to my lounge chair, to get lost in my own thoughts, or to stick my nose in the latest book I'm enjoying. (Today it was the textbook I will be teaching from in Beijing this coming school year.) All of this time thinking has caused me to reflect on my life, my career, my children, and my grandchildren. In all of the places I have been, in all that I have done in my career (therapist, guidance counselor, private practice, college professor) my greatest pride and accomplishment has been being a momma to my five children. Yes, the three oldest are my step children, but the Cap'n and I have been married for nearly eighteen years now. They have always felt to be "mine" in my heart. I never think of myself as a step momma, nor of them as my step-children. The kids don't call each other step brother and step sisters. The relationship the five kids all have with each other is a testament to the love and bonding we all share together. We have built some wonderful memories together when all five kids were at home, and in the years following as each of them have left the nest. I miss them. a lot. Being halfway across the world next year will be a huge adjustment for me, no doubt. I know they don't 'need' me anymore, but I still need them. It's why I typically tear up when strangers start the usual 'small talk' that leads to our children. That's about the time I excuse myself from the conversation- I feel like a braggart (they are really THAT good), and I feel embarrassed by the emotion that wells up in me.
So let me get this out of my system, to all of those who follow this blog. Please just indulge this proud momma for a minute, or two. The truth is I have five incredibly smart, talented, beautiful, exceptional children. It does this momma's heart to see them all successfully making their way in the world; professionally in their careers and personally as human beings.
Jennessa has blessed us with two bright, beautiful, grandkids. I love these kids so much; I love being their Mimi, and I miss them like crazy. |
So, Ellie left Germany today for home, and safely landed in Indiana earlier this evening. She has already shed a few tears over missing her sister, brother-in-law, and new nephew baby. And out of sheer love, Carissa stayed home with her month old son this past weekend while her husband, Austin, took Ellie to Lisbon, Portugal, as a thank-you gift. What a gift of love for a girl who studied Portugues in college :)
I can't look at Ellie, Carissa, and Donovan in this pic without tearing up ;) Such love there. and peace. |
Carissa and her husband, Austin, are both Captains in the United States Air Force. God bless them. |
And then there's my Sweet Emily Tess....
It takes me back 23 years holding my baby, sweet Emily Tess :) |
Ok, I'm done now. Had myself a good cry. Happy tears, of course :)
Part two of today- back to Willis and Cap'n and Marquesa...
Like today, this is how I wake up most mornings on Marquesa :) I love my "furry kids" too- if you couldn't tell. |
After his chores were done, he decided to skin dive around the rocks out on Paradise Pointe to see if there was anything worth catchin'. He got a bug! |
Actually, he caught eleven in all, but only five of them were of legal size. The rest were released to grow some more :) |
While the crowd was gathering to watch the sunset, Willis was out workin' 'em for all the belly rubs he could get. Dern cat. |
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