Busy busy busy

It’s the last two weeks before faire starts. It’s the last push to learn lines, verses, music, etc. Tweaks to the costume and characters. Add in work and church. Plus add in that we started Little Bit in public school this morning. And I’m currently waiting on Boo who is enrolling in community college right now. 

I’m swamped. And tired. 

I’m still working on this list, because I think it’s that important. I just have to work on it when I can. 

Reasons I love Dale:

100. His integrity. 

101. His persistence. 

102. His patience. 

103. His ability to sight read any part. 

104. The way he stops what he’s doing if I simply need a hug. 

105. His tenderness towards the girls. 

106. His ability to know when I need more or different help than he can give. 

107. His tenderness towards me. 

108. I love how he tries to explain his work to me. Sometimes I get it, sometimes I don’t. But that doesn’t stop him from trying. 

109. The way he makes me laugh. 

Okay, that’s all I have for now. I’m going to try to sit patiently and wait on Boo. But I’d rather be sleeping. 

Hugs,

Melinda. 

Where the rubber meets the road

This is where it’s going to start getting tough.  Sure, it’s easy to whip out a list of the top ten reasons I love my husband.  But it’s going to get harder the longer I go.  Reason 500 might be difficult to find.

But that’s why I’m doing this.  To find the beautiful reasons in the hard times.  To find reason 657 I still love him.  But pardon me if I start repeating myself.  It’s not intentional.

Reasons I love Dale:

91.  He takes the long road in order to make my journey easier.
92.  He very rarely complains.
93.  He very rarely gets angry about anything.
94.  He has a servant’s heart.  If he sees something that needs to be done, he does it, no questions asked.
95.  He loves to go stargazing with me.  He’s actually a bit of a nerd when it comes to it.
96.  He loves to read.  But…..
97.  His eyesight’s getting worse, so he has these readers to use.  He actually looks pretty cute with his glasses.
98.  He can’t find anything.  This usually aggravates me, but I’m thinking about it in relationship to his reading glasses.  He solved the problem of not finding them by buying multiple pairs.  Same with his Carmex.
99.  His little “routines” that he doesn’t even realize.  Like getting ready for bed.  It’s sit down on the bed, take a sock off, rub his foot, switch sides, take the other sock off, rub that foot.  He’s cute when he does that.

I must be on a roll today.  I just meant to have enough for yesterday and today, and instead I have enough for tomorrow as well.  That’s fine.  Hopefully it will make getting to reason 893 a little easier.

Hugs,
Melinda

Catching Up

Travel on Tuesday, make up rehearsal on Wednesday, sisters rehearsal last night.  I’ve been busy.  Plus fighting a double pink eye infection where I can’t even focus on the computer, it’s been hard to write.  But I’m going to try to catch up right now.

Reasons I love Dale:

77.  He loves me enough to let me pursue my passions.  He’s been my support behind being part of Ren Fest.
78.  He loves driving.  He did all of the driving to and from Louisiana this past weekend.
79.  He’s thoughtful.  He didn’t listen to music or hardly talk to me at all on the driving trip there.  Because he was thinking.
80.  He likes mornings.  Little Bit is starting public school next week, and has to be on the bus at 6:35 am.  He’s volunteered to get up at 5:30 to get her going in the morning.
81.  He’s willing to share the load of running the household, since we’re both working.
82.  I love the way he loves to tuck in his girls every night.  Boo hasn’t been tucked in for several years, but he still tucks in Little Bit when he can.
83.  He doesn’t smoke.
84.  He doesn’t drink
85.  He loves my gray hair.  He says he doesn’t see it, that it’s just brown to him, but I know he says that because he loves me.
86.  He loves to study.  He’s good at his job because he does a lot of study.
87.  He wears shorts in the winter.
88.  I know that he doesn’t talk about it much, but I love him for the service he gave to our country.  I’m proud of his short lived military career.
89.  I love his taste in TV shows.  We like watching NCIS together.
90.  He’s my protector.  When there’s something that scares me, he takes care of it for me.

That’s all I have for now.  I’m headed to work.

Hugs,
Melinda

Quick Check-In

The funeral is over, the people are gone, the house is quiet.  We’re headed home in the morning, so I want to try to get a quick post in.  I’ve been working on a project for Faire, that I hope does well.  https://www.bonfire.com/rescu-ralley/

Reasons I love Dale:

73.  It’s always a beautiful morning.  Despite the fact that it’s pouring down rain, it’s a beautiful morning.
74.  His enthusiasm when he leads singing.
75.  His love of seafood.  He doesn’t get to have it often, but he really enjoys it when he does get to eat it.
76.  His scruffy face.  I like him somewhere between day old scruff and full blown beard.

That’s all.  I’ve got to go to sleep soon.  My eyes are bothering me, and tomorrow will be a long day.

Hugs,
Melinda

Traveling

Dale’s grandmother passed away yesterday around 3 am.  This was not unexpected.  She was 95 and had been ill for so very long.  We got the news around 6 am.  We laid in bed for another 30 minutes deciding if we were getting up or not.  We left home about 8:15.

Granny was such a beautiful lady.  She became my “Granny” after Dale and I got married.  When we moved from the Kansas City area back to Louisiana, Dale’s father, Boo and I would go see her almost every day.  She was extremely hard of hearing, so the TV was always cranked up to a ridiculous volume.  She let us move our mobile home onto her property.  We tried, in our small way to take care of her as long as possible.

She fell several years ago and broke her hip.  At that point, she had to move into a nursing home.

I really wish we had still lived here.  I know they serve a purpose, but I really dislike nursing homes.  And I hate how each time we went to see her, she was just a little … less.

I also greatly dislike the condolences this time around.  Our loss is her gain.

For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.  Philippians 1:21  (NIV)

She is so much better off right now.  She’s not in pain.  She’s not starving herself to death.  She’s coherent and she’s standing in the presence of our maker.  If you’re going to say “I’m sorry for your loss,” please understand that I’m not.  I’m actually jealous of her.

But on to Reasons I Love Dale:

67.  He is a good long distance driver.  He drove the whole way to Louisiana.
68.  He is a good song leader.  He seems to know the balance between slow songs and fast songs, standing and sitting.  He is a good leader.
69.  He likes the rain.  It’s not rain unless it’s pouring down.  It’s usually just “sprinkling” to him.
70.  He smells nice.
71.  He has a very ironic sense of humor.  I love listening to his corny jokes.
72.  I like the way he prays.  I can’t remember if I’ve said that one or not, but it holds true, regardless.  He has a relationship with God that I envy, and is one of the reasons I fell in love with him in college.

So that is yesterday’s list and today’s list.  Hopefully, I will get to a list tomorrow evening, after the funeral and reception and all the people.  Don’t look for one on Tuesday, because we’ll be traveling back home.

One thing I’m trying hard not to do is to say “I love Dale because of this.  Except when….”  I think that has been part of my descent into negativity, and it defeats the purpose of this list.  So, no conditions.  I love Dale.  Always have.  Always will.

Hugs,
Melinda