It was just a year ago. The fall colors in the woods were Glorious, but not as thrilling as my First date with Danny. He held my hand as we trekked Through the park. I felt the electricity. We were both smitten. A fellow hiker took our picture. The joy shows. We wanted to return to the Special spot to celebrate our Milestone this week, but a Broken femur and physical Therapy took precedence. And in a twist of events God Brought autumn to me. Who knew I would be married this year? Who knew the view from Danny's house Would be splendid? Who knew I could just bask in Fall's beauty from home? |
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Columbus, Kentucky, is a tiny
Burg and quite remote. Cell phone service is Sketchy, and the one Restaurant closes at 2:00 P.M. But the town is spectacularly Situated along the Mississippi. From our room in a lovely Restored lodge we can see the Mighty river. It's a perfect spot for our belated Honeymoon. This morning a thunderstorm woke us, Knocking out the electricity. But who minds when you are cozy in Bed? (Thankfully, power was restored in Time for breakfast.) We've met unique characters on Our trip, each with a fascinating Story. We've shared Jesus with Gretchen, Lisa, Tony and more. We've connected with believers as Well, including Danny's cousins, the Main reason we traveled so far. They are distant cousins who no Longer seem distant. Yesterday was beautiful, a day to go Sightseeing while today is stormy, Just like life. We never know what to expect. But the inclement weather hasn't Dampened our spirits. On a honeymoon it's just as sweet to Spend a rainy day indoors. Marriage complicates life.
Instead of just myself to Worry about, I'm now concerned About Danny's well being, with What pleases him, and what Doesn't. His blood pressure and other Health issues now plague me As well. His families' problems become Mine. And it works both ways. Danny bears my struggles along With his own. It's true that marriage is a treasure. It more than doubles my pleasure. Who can even calculate the joy? But wedded bliss also entails Wedded stress. Anguish is the cost of love, and Yet, it's a price I am willing to pay. I emptied my condo of my clothes and
Transported them to my new home. Only a suit and a dress still hung in The corner of one closet, the Apparel Jack and I wore at our Wedding in Missy's living room 22 Years ago. I searched the pockets of the suit, Finding an old tissue and then Gently placed the clothing in a Black garbage bag for Good Will. It was an emotional moment for me. I remembered the joy of our Wedding day. I remembered how Jack had surprised Me by wearing the suit on our 13th Wedding anniversary, our last. But at the same time I was keenly Aware that the chapter of my life With Jack had closed. I had no regrets, only gratitude. I knew it was the proper time to Dispose of my past wedding garb. It was a new beginning for Danny and Me, a beautiful and blessed one. It was time to move on, to make New memories on our street so Aptly named, Memories Lane.
Mother's Day is muted for me this
Year. I had planned to meet up with my Girls and their families at a Restaurant midway between us. But since my grandson is waiting for Surgery we decided to cancel. Motherhood is a mixture of Unimaginable joy and sorrow, Chaos and calm, Worry and relief. And on this Mother's Day I am Experiencing this swirling of Emotions inside me. Being a mom requires me to draw on My Father's strength when I have None of my own, when all my Resources are depleted. Lunch today can be easily Canceled, but not a mother's love, Not this momma's love, not ever.
(For my friend who is a mom to a very special little one.)
While I was out of town I visited a church for The first time, and I noticed a family in The row in front of me. Five children were sitting politely with Their mom on one end and their dad On the other. I soon realized that one little guy wearing Glasses was a special child. He had "Downs." During the service he walked to the End of the row, crawled up into His dad's lap and squeezed his Neck tightly with delight. I could spy his sweet smile. The two clung together for a long time. Then the boy worked his way to his Mother, hugging one of his sisters as he Slipped by in front of her. The teenager hugged him back. Finally, snuggled in his mom's arms, the Two of them were encased in joy. Not a word was spoken. But I witnessed acceptance, Gratitude, Gentleness and Hope. While I listened to the pastor's Sermon I observed another, the Quiet devotion of a family skilled and Schooled in love. |
Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
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