Thursday, May 26, 2011

It helps when you can make yourself laugh, part 3:
Our daughter is home from college for the summer, and today was her first day back at the office she worked at during high school.
When she came home, I asked her how the day went. She mentioned some of the projects she'd be working on, ranging from writing to painting a file cabinet.
"You're a jack-ess of all trades!" I said, aiming at gender correctness.
A beat of total silence followed, and we both burst out laughing at what that really sounded like.
"Thanks, Mom!" she said.
You can always count on your mom for encouraging words. 

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Speaking of anniversaries (see below) ...  "Momentary Joy" first appeared one year ago today. (If you'd like to see how it started, click here.)
It's been a wonderful project, and I look forward to Year 2.
Writers love readers. It absolutely makes my day when you take the time to leave a comment, send an email, or tell me when you've enjoyed a posting.
I love knowing that during the course of a busy day, someone out there could be taking a moment with "Momentary Joy."
Thanks for reading.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

A wedding, like the one much of the world witnessed last weekend, is a joyous affair, an extraordinary day.
A marriage, as anyone who's been married longer than William and Catherine can tell you, is ever a work in progress, full of ordinary days. 
That's not to say it's all work and no joy. Quite the contrary. Those ordinary days hold some of the sweetest moments.
Our daughter gave me this happy mug.
A couple Fridays ago my husband had the day off, though I still had to work my shift at the library. He needed the car to run errands, so he gave me a ride in. It was an ordinary day, which in my case means leaving for work with only minutes to spare. One of the last things I crammed into those final minutes was brewing a mug of tea to go. Then off we went.
As I put my lunch in the refrigerator at work, it hit me. I had left my mug of tea in the car's cup holder. Dang. Then I thought, wouldn't it be lovely if he notices and brings it back?
Less than five minutes later, the library door opened. It was my husband, smiling and handing me my missed mug.
"You are the best!" I said, and kissed him. 
I knew there was a reason I married him -- 26 years ago today.
Happy anniversary.