NYesterday was our 13th anniversary. I started to write a post about how our love story started, but I was having some computer issues and didn’t get it written. Then I realized that I wrote the story last year on his birthday, so here it is – my tribute to my husband David, the love of my life.
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I’m having a real “IT” week, and it’s only Wednesday. It began on Monday morning with a text from my son Christian. If you’re new to my world, you may not know that he’s a writer, a prolific writer, and the Internet is his life. He has published several books and is a frequent contributor to a number of e-publications – and he BLOGS. He gets more views in a couple of weeks than I’ve gotten in the 19 months since I published my first post. So here’s the text he sent me: (more…)
…like somethin’ from the oven. That’s the relationship advice we heard from the Pillsbury Doughboy, aka Poppin’ Fresh, beginning in the mid-60s. If you love someone, show them by baking something nice and fattening. That’s what I’m doing today. It’s David’s birthday, and I just put a three-layer German chocolate cake in the oven. It’s his absolute favorite cake of all time. (more…)
David had some dental surgery last week. After 8 months of wrestling with an infection, the endodontist finally performed what we hope is the last procedure, leaving David with several stitches in the roof of his mouth. He’s not one to complain a lot. He says it only hurts when he talks, eats or drinks. He’s been eating a lot of soup, pudding and ice cream and a lot of oatmeal for breakfast. Yesterday he tried dry cereal, but it hurt, so I offered alternatives this morning.
“Do you want to try dry cereal again, or do you want something else?”
“What’s something else?”
“I think I have enough oatmeal for today or I could make pancakes.”
“How about pancakes,” he said. (more…)
LTJG Brendle: David went into his second tour of active duty as an officer.
David spent ten years in the Navy, two tours of active duty and the rest in the Reserves. His experiences give him an instant kinship with other service men and women. It’s amazing how many hours can be spent sharing stories and memories. They complain about the rigors of basic training while congratulating themselves on having survived it. They talk about who was where during which campaign and how close they were to each other, and they brag about who got in the most trouble while on leave. Sometimes they even talk about their combat experiences. But there are some parts of the stories they don’t share.
David’s first tour was spent as a corpsman on the USS Enterprise (CVN-65), and he loved it. He loved being at sea and seeing exotic ports. He loved presiding over sick bay, learning to discern between the slackers and those who were really sick. He especially loved the time when he was allowed to drive the huge carrier for a little while. And then came January 14, 1969. Wikipedia describes it this way: (more…)
We went to Bonham Wednesday so David could get his annual check-up at the VA facility. It’s a 150 miles round trip, but it’s a lot easier than driving to Dallas and fighting the traffic. Bonham is almost ten times bigger than Emory, but it still has a small town feel. Residents, especially the teenagers, probably feel like there’s nothing to do there, but there are lots of characters and lots of stories. (more…)
Memorial Day is a day of hope and remembrance, of remembering those who gave their lives in the service of their country. Why is remembrance important, and what is our hope? (more…)
Earlier this week, I wrote about a time when my greatest fear was losing the use of my eyes or my hands. I recounted how I came to terms with that fear, but lately I’ve become aware of a new fear that is lurking around the edges of my consciousness. (more…)
A couple of weeks ago the worship leader at my church asked if I would sub on the piano this past Sunday. There was a slight pause as several thoughts ran through my head.
It’s been 15 or 20 years since I played for a worship service and over a year since I’ve touched a keyboard that wasn’t attached to a computer.
I’ve never played most of the praise choruses we sing now, and a week doesn’t give me a lot of time to learn.
The church doesn’t have a real piano. It’s an electronic keyboard, and I’ve never played one. Besides that, Stacy stands up to play, and I don’t know if I can do that. (more…)