Thank You to those who Served

All my life I liked a guy in uniform, it always brought tears from my eyes and pride to my heart. This all started with my brothers enlisting in the service and coming home in uniform. Later I realized it was not the uniform but the job they might have to do. I can never find the words to that expressed my appreciation for what they did for all of us.

Maybe thanking them in my heart and on paper will give them a glimps of my feelings. To my brothers who served and became better husbands and fathers, this is for you. For me you have been friends and supporters in my life, with valued advice and hugs when needed.

Carol

Earth to Carol

Today, my work was physically hard, and the temps were hot & the humidity was 90%. The pressure of the world was heavy on my heart as I drove home. I entered my driveway, realizing all the things that I had to do yet before supper.

Then to my right I saw it, I don't know how, was it fate or just luck, but there in front of me by the pond was my iris. Now I am sure you say big deal. Well it was, I stopped the car, walked over to the iris in wonder. Was it true, was the center iris blue in a field of yellow iris's. Oh my gosh, yes and it was the first year this had happened.

I feel to my knees and a tear fell down my face. This was the earths way of telling me to take a breath and enjoy, once again, my little piece of the earth. I was home, I was ok, I was loved. And now you know you too are loved by the earth's willingness to give you something without anything in return.

Have a great day.

Carol

Today it happened....

I hit 100 followers. There is a celebration coming, but since I can't serve cookies and coffee. Or even better drinks, something else will happen to thank you. Keep your eyes peeled.

God Bless those who travel through and especially those who follow me.

It's my moment to shine.

I looked at Artfire today to see if my interview was there. And by golly it was. I read it very slowly to see what I had said. With air escaping from my lungs I decided, as my husband says, full of Carol-isms. Here is the link. http://www.artfire.com it will be in the bottom left. Started today and will run through 24th.

The Greatest Man I Never Knew...

This was a song that Reba McEntire song. The first time I heard it, I had to play it again. That was my dad. After his death, I realized how little time I had spent with him. I know that he was great. He didn't travel the world, he failed to write a book, and he wasn't famous. He loved his children, he loved his God and never talked bad about anyone. Even Mom said that she loved to tell Dad things because he would never tell anyone.

My Dad was the hardest working man I ever knew. He was a farmer, dairy cows, he sold when the boys left for their dreams, after that he did all sorts of jobs. He was a proud man and never complained about some jobs others would never do.

I talk to Dad more today than when he was alive. I tell him how his life influences me by his constant love for the people around him. Before he died, I told him I loved him. He smiled at me as he always did when I said those three words and I knew he loved me. Words would have been great, but the smile was his way of saying it back.

Happy Father's Day to those like my Dad.