December 18, 2013
Today is the day that I give thanks. This is not a general, “Thank you.” This is a very specific, very special, “Thank you.” I write today’s post in honor of my sister and her husband, Mercedes and George Ripps.
Without too much backstory, Mercy and George picked me up when I was down. They dusted me off, kicked me when I needed it, and set me off on the straight and narrow. In the year and a half I have been under their care, I have become a new and improved me! I am a more positive person; I see the glass as half full instead of half empty. And let me tell you, dear Readers, that is quite a change.
Mercy and George have given me a place to call home, even if I can’t get it to fit just right, yet. A place to call home is something I have needed for the past couple of years. My last child left the nest in May of 2011 and I was floundering. All it took was one phone call, and poof! I was enveloped into my sister’s family. It is a safe place for me to be. It is safe and comfortable and yes, home. I know in time I will begin to feel like this is home and I’m less and less a visitor. I know in my head this is home, it is just taking a bit longer for me to know it in my heart. The cool thing is that Mercy and George already know in their hearts that I am home.
I am blessed to have the love of so many. I am taking stock in my life and this is the one thing that keeps coming up: I am loved. I do not know what my future holds, dear Readers, who does? But, if it is anything like my present, I am blessed beyond belief. Peace, ~v.