Sunday

Sunday might just be a day to some but to me it holds a special place in my heart. There was a time in my life where this day meant family lunches at Grandma’s. I didn’t even have to call before I came. It was an open invitation.

She would wake up at five in the morning to start cooking. Maybe even earlier sometimes depending on what she was making. Every Sunday was like Thanksgiving at her house. Grandma’s house would be full to the max with my Uncles, Aunts and Cousins. She always had plenty of food, enough to feed an army. Even with a full belly we couldn’t resist her desserts: pound cake, coconut cake, blueberry with streusel on top, or my dad’s favorite chocolate pudding with cream cheese and pecans.

Sunday’s just won’t be the same for me. June 19, 2020 my Grandma went to be with the Lord. All I can think about is how much I’m going to miss her. She taught me the biggest lesson in life. How important family is. Her love will live on in me. I’ll forever hold on to the good memories of her and my Grandpa.

Goodbyes have always been hard for me. And I think maybe it was the same for her too. When the family would leave, she would stay on her front porch and wave to all of us as we drove away. With each and every one of us she shared the same love and it was amazingly beautiful. 

 

Where There’s a Will, There’s a Way

My family and I have been in quarantine for over ninety days. I would be lying if I didn’t tell you it sounds like the Mad Hatter at a tea party around here. But as hard as it is, I’m holding true to my nature to follow my gut.

I’ve had a lot of time to think these days. One thing keeps popping into my head…don’t lose your will power to do big things, small things, all the things that make you tick. I’m trying to peel back the layers of self-doubt and push through the hard-muddy mold that encumbers me. It’s not easy.

“Nothing worth having comes easy,” said Theodore Roosevelt. These words hold such weight. Sometimes it’s hard to see the path when the obstacles look like explanation marks. The overgrown branches holding you back from going forward. But try as they might to keep you still—you persevere with all that you are. Why? Because that’s who you are.