I am married to the love of my life, coming up on forty-seven years of marriage in March. I have a gorgeous, talented daughter who has found the love of her life at long last, with a house full of children, living on the family farm and continuing what her grandparents worked so hard to establish.
I love being a country gal, plenty of room to do what I like, plenty of hobbies to keep me busy and productive, a nice house that is easy to keep neat and tidy, a simple lifestyle that lacks nothing of importance. I am so blessed, and amazed at my many blessings. I don’t know where I expected to be at this point in my life, but for some reason I never saw myself as a sixty-seven year old great-grandmother living a comfortable lifestyle with a retired husband in whose company I spend most of my days!
This is it! We made it! Brad survived a career in law enforcement and a second career as a college professor, butting heads with academians on a daily basis for over a decade. It never ceases to amaze me at the number of so called educated people who are so lacking in common sense and incapable of rational thought.
My time is my own to do with as I see fit. Tomorrow I get to run an errand for my daughter while out running errands for myself. I can save her a trip by picking up what she needs at the feed store and deliver the other Kindle and accessories. All she has to do is call and let me know what she needs. It’s a nice feeling, especially after her being so far away from home for so many years, halfway across the country from us. This July will mark seven years since she came home with the kids and this fall it will be four years since she and David got married and moved out to the family farm after Brad’s sister, Kay, passed away in January of 2018.
My biggest challenge is keeping up with birthdays! Joshua just turned eleven. My brother will be sixty-five this month and Brad will be sixty-nine three days later. Sarah will be fourteen in April. Rachel will be thirteen in July, their dad, David, will be fifty-four, my brother’s wife will be seventy-three. Jacob will be nine in September and Audrey will be forty-four. I’ll be sixty-eight in October and Gabriel will be two years old in December! That is the hardest one to get my head around, that the baby will be two. Wow.
We have three older grandchildren living in Virginia. Lauren, the eldest, will be twenty-four at the end of April and her little girl, Josephine, will be two years old a couple of days before Gabriel turns two…and Lauren is expecting her second child. Jonathan will be twenty-two in August and Wanda will be nineteen in September. Lauren is back in touch with her mother after being estranged for some time, but Jonathan and Wanda don’t want anything to do with the rest of the family. So be it. They are adults and making their own way in the world now. Texas was not where they wanted to be and they are happier in Virginia with their father. It all worked out for the best in the end and we pray they are all happy.
We take the bad with the good, count our blessings and live our lives to the best of our abilities in a manner that we pray is pleasing to God. What more can anyone do?
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