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February 17, 2013: Grant Thoughts from 2005
More treasures found on my hard drive (File dated 2/24/2005...Grant would have been 4 1/2). I had written down some funny things he had said and memories that I intended to memorialize in a journal later. I don't think my idea of "later" was 8 years hence, but never too late...
Grant and Abby in their much younger years
Funny Grant lines that I need to write down before I forget…
As I am drinking my Diet Coke while driving the Durango
one night, Grant screams, “Mom, don’t drink and drive…you will crash and we
After a crying whining
morning (typical, but worse because it was “cleaning lady” morning), Grant
explains to me as I buckle him into his car seat “I can’t talk like you in the
morning, Mom. I talk like you in the
evening, but not in the morning.”
Grant’s way of telling me he is not a morning person.
Grant is sitting at the kitchen table, when he tells me
(out of the blue), “Mom, I have food allergies.” “You have what?” I ask.
“Food allergies”, he says. “The
blood goes through my body and goes up through my head, so I think I have food
A typical answer to me asking
“How do you remember that, Grant?”… “Mom, I told you. I remember everyting!”
Fun memories of the 2004/2005 preschool year for
Grant…hash brown/chocolate milk through the McDonald’s drive through on the way
to school each morning…bringing donuts for his class each friday…Barrista latte for Mom (why do you
like Lattes so much, Mom?)…sweet nothings to each other every morning (Mom-I
love you little, I love you big…Grant-I love you like a little pig!)…Ms Fran
and Ms Kim are the bombs. School is
always fun…Great year!
(2013 Sandy side note: I am so happy I wrote these things down. I had completely forgotten these little moments in time. Also forgot about the days of "Baby Grant" as my little buddy and sidekick. <sigh>)
Time flies when you're having fun.
And when you're a little busy.
This morning Garrett asked me when I last wrote a blog.
"It's been a while" was my answer. Upon further review, it's almost been over a month.
I've had no reason for the delay, other than the combination of being busy and knowing the content of which I wanted to write warranted more time and thought than my more typical whimsical stories told. Although I have had an arsenal of stories that I have wanted to write about over the last month, I knew that this one needed to top my list.
A common question asked of me is in regards to my work life is "Sandy, what exactly are you doing these days?"
This is a valid question since I have been very open in sharing my work journey over the years through my blog. And I've had a career that has gone from very conventional to unconventional. It's much easier to say "I work for XYZ Company and my job title is Chief Do-Something-Spec…
A picture is worth a thousand words. But let's start with six...
"And they lived happily ever after..."
I bought this little sign more than seven years ago. It caught my eye at Target while shopping for milk and kitty litter on a weekday school night. The boys were in varying grades in school and I was single-handedly running my daily household.
Recently divorced, I was also dating a man from Denver. Garrett. Our relationship felt like forever, but the 550 miles between our homes was a stark reminder that our long-distance relationship was more like a fairytale than reality. We were reminded of this frequently by the people who knew us best.
"Guard your heart. Long distance relationships rarely work out."
"You are both good people, so be realistic in where this is going."
But the funny thing about love is that no matter how practical-minded or mature your mindset, your heart guides you to places that are scary to others, but quite comfortable for you…
I vividly remember being asked as a child to describe what I hoped to have accomplished by age fifty. This thought was inconceivable to my young mind.
"Fifty? That's ancient!" or something close to that was my roadblock to answering this question. So I answered with the stereotypical; married with children and grandchildren, living in a comfy home and....knitting by the fire??
But here I am almost to this milestone. The big one. So what are my thoughts now with my more mature forty-nine-year-old mind?
"I made it!!!!! YES!"
Yep, I'm thrilled. I can truly say that I have never dreaded a birthday or wished to be young again. Every wrinkle is earned and with every new ache, a reminder to enjoy the good health I have today. Reversal is not an option.
A wise person once told me that getting older was much better than the alternative. I have always held this thought close to heart. Every day really is a blessing.
This birthday will be celebrated taking in the bea…