TOUGH

I woke up this morning to a man singing this for his wife on Instagram.

She was a beautiful lady. A fellow Breast Cancer patient. I met her and instantly thought “How?” She had a young son, a gorgeous husband and she was beautiful inside and stunning on the out. She was strong. So young and strong. She fought so hard before she succumbed to this evil beast.This just reminded me to be grateful for every second. The world needs more Nikkis! God you taught me so much and I knew you for such a second.

Tough
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She’s in the kitchen at the crack of dawn
Bacon’s on, coffee’s strong
Kids running wild, taking off their clothes
If she’s a nervous wreck, well it never shows
Takes one to football and one to dance
Hits the Y for aerobics class
Drops by the bank, stops at the store
Has on a smile when I walk through the door
The last to go to bed, she’ll be the first one up
And I thought I was tough

She’s strong, pushes on, can’t slow her down
She can take anything life dishes out


There was a time
Back before she was mine
When I thought I was tough

We sat there five years ago
The doctors let us know, the test showed
She’d have to fight to live, I broke down and cried

She held me and said it’s gonna be alright
She wore that wig to church
Pink ribbon pinned there on her shirt
No room for fear, full of faith
Hands held high singing Amazing Grace
Never once complained, refusing to give up
And I thought I was tough

She’s strong, pushes on, can’t slow her down
She can take anything life dishes out
There was a time
Back before she was mine
When I thought I was tough

She’s a gentle word, the sweetest kiss
A velvet touch against my skin
I’ve seen her cry, I’ve seen her break
But in my eyes, she’ll always be strong

There was a time
Back before she was mine
When I thought I was tough

Define Marriage

We all change so often that we need to just allow space for each to grow and become

To make a relationship last, we need to learn to fall in love with each new person your spouse will become.

That’s a lot of falling in love over 30 plus years. A lot of different men .

Its kind of like falling in love again and again , loving each new man at each phase.

Till death do us part are the words we chose

For better or worse, love the hell out of the hand you hold

FMS/12/29/19.

A YEAR LOST

We lost a year

A whole year

COVID locked us in

So many beautiful souls lost

Who knew? A mask

Washing hands endlessly

Home deliveries

Life stopped

I think we took too much for granted

A way to make us appreciate life again

For some it worked

For some, still complaining

Some will never be happy or grateful

Sad it is…give them a mask

A smiley mask

FMS 3/17/21

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A Beautifully Burdened Life by Jenny Albers

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God, sometimes I forget to say thank you.

For this life that was once just a dream – a fantasy that seemed too far-fetched to ever become a reality.

For the extraordinary gifts that have been part of my life for so long they now seem ordinary. The ones I’ve lost sight of as they’ve seemingly shrunk in the shadows of the next big thing.

When the days are long and my temper is short, sometimes I forget there was a time when everything I have now is all I wanted then. I forget about the answered prayers.

God, sometimes I forget to say thank you.

For the voices that create a ruckus at the dawn of each day, reminding me of the joy in simply being alive.

For the silence that brings rest after the sun dips below the horizon.

For the arms that wrap around me.

For the hands that hold mine.

For the breath in my lungs, and theirs.

When it’s been a day and I’m desperate for sleep, sometimes I forget to say thank you for the warmth of a home and the comfort of a bed – even when I can’t stay in it for as long as I’d like.

God, sometimes I forget to say thank you.

For love and loyalty.

For shared laughter and sacred tears.

For the firsts I’ve been a part of and the second chances I’ve been given.

For the titles of “mother” and “wife.”

God, sometimes I forget to say thank you.

For hope.

And forgiveness.

And grace upon grace.

For the miracles in every day, the work of your hands ever-present.

God, sometimes I forget to say thank you for this life I don’t deserve. Over and over I forget.

But today, I listened. I looked. I lingered. I loved and was loved. I breathed in hope for the future and breathed out guilt from the past.

And I remembered.

So, thank you, God. Thank you, a thousand times over. For this life. For another day, another chance to give credit where credit is due. Thank you, God, for reminding me of the goodness I so easily forget.

© A Beautifully Burdened Life by Jenny Albers