Family is what you make just as much as what you are born to. Just because you share blood doesn’t mean you will share love. Love is a choice even when, no, especially when we don’t want it to be.
There has never been a time in my life where President Packer wasn’t sitting up on the stand waiting patiently for his turn during General Conference. Hearing his voice speaking was always very soothing no matter how upset I had been before.
The time you spent
Here with us
Has quite quickly flown by
Missed, you will be
But we know
That there are others
Who have missed you just as much
So enjoy this time you have with them
And Bless you for the time we had with you.
In Honor of President Boyd K. Packer
There are times when I wonder
Just I keep going
Wouldn’t it be easier
To roll over and quit?
But where would that get me?
All that energy
All that time
Quitting is only slightly less
Than never even trying
Would it kill the world to give me a break for half an hour?
Nothing’s wrong, just tired. It’s the day after helping my sister clean her apartment, pack it up and get generally ready to move the very. Next. Day. Just tired.
Also, managed to hit myself in the knee from the side with a flower pot. Now it’s all sore and bruised and stuff. Go me.
I don’t belong to you.
I belong with you.
There’s a very large difference between the two lines.
We don’t belong to each other, but we belong with each other.
We travel together, side by side, neither in front nor behind.
There will be times when one or the other must step forward
And take the brunt of the world, sheltering the other.
But those times will shift and change as we take turns
Because together is more than apart
Even if there will be times when we must part for a moment
Only a moment in time, to gain rest and remember
Just how much better we are together.
This day has been too much
I’d really rather not
Get up and face the day
And worry about this or that
So let me cuddle up
And hide away in your lap
Instead of taking the time
To plan out the rest of the day.
This poem was inspired by Eclectic Corner #9: Edge. The picture is from the Great Salt Lake, Utah where we’ve had a very dry last few years even for our desert home. The lake’s been retreating for a while.
Today I am thankful for my nephew who helped me out when a migraine struck me randomly this last week. Without that kid, I would have been sunk.—– Why does it hurt so?So much light
Too many voices
Not enough sight
Lights and scents mingle
Sight and sound switch places
Mind is lost as action reigns
Repetitive motions lost among faces
Come this way
Take this rag
I’m always here
Don’t be sad
Can’t do anything right
Keep making mistakes
It just hurts so much
Why keep raising the stakes?
Take a few steps
Don’t think of the cost
Calm yourself down
I won’t lead you astray
Just take my hand
I’ll help you find your way.
Had a migraine start simmering in my skull a few hours ago, but right in the middle of preparing dinner (my turn) it leaped up and struck. My nephew had to lead me away before I accidentally completely demolished dinner because I had no idea what I was doing. Too many scents and too much light. Don’t worry, dinner was saved by my mom who swooped in and finished it.
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