Punctuality was not a personal strength ..... until 2005. I finally grew up, learned self-discipline with regards to being punctual, then got taken down by a couple of deer-tick bites. Unbelievable. But .... back to the story.
I miss making plans for grocery shopping, even those late-night trips to Walmart, so my kids could have their friends over to wreak havoc on the kitchen, watch TV all night, run in and out of the house, etc. I miss making plans for the weekend, grabbing some happy hours, meeting new people, making plans for New Year's Eve ..... then after it was all over, heading back to work on Monday morning. I miss those yearly trips to Cherokee where I met up with friends. I miss Pow Wows. Once on a whim, on Valentine's Day, I drove to Lansing Michigan for a Pow Wow. By the time I got there, an hour remained, I ate fry-bread, then drove back to Kentucky. I miss jumping in the car and taking off when the Wind brushed past me and called my name. Yes. I am blessed in many ways, I know this - this is not a complaint. It is however, a gesture to remind those close to me how much I miss them and how blessed I am that they have shared my life and allowed me to share theirs. ♥
