My old Timeless Things (now called Timeless Me) blog ended in 2012 but you can still follow the newly updated Timeless Things by clicking here . I apologize for the posts not being in order by date but this is just a depository for the posts that were once on Timeless Things. **If you would like to leave a comment on any posts, the original comments link is no longer open but if you look below the original comments, you will see a post separation break line and another space is open that says 0 comments with the links to Gmail, Blogger, Tumblr, Facebook, Pinterest and it is here that it will allow you to leave a comment.** - Deanna

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

TUESDAY, JANUARY 28, 2014

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 18, 2009

Ursula and Rosa. I See Them, In Me


A long time ago, my paternal grandmother Ursula, told me that before she died, she wanted to see all of her grandchildren happily married to the men or women they loved. Divorce is rare in our family. My paternal grandfather had abandoned his family when my father was a small boy. He and my grandmother raised his five siblings. It wasn't an easy life for them. A hispanic woman with six children to raise didn't have a lot of options in the 1940's. She was a maid and God only knows what else she did to feed her family.
Growing up, my grandmother Ursula was my world. She loved us so much that I never gave a thought to the fact that I had a grandfather out there who had started another family several hundred miles away from his first family. I didn't care. I had my "Welita." We never did call her abuelita....just Welita. Her friends in Seagraves always called her "Chula." She was a strong woman. Petite in stature, she stood tall to me...like the Statue of Liberty. Oh she was a strong lady indeed. She had to be. When she had company over, she would whip out her little pots and pans and make something delicious and always always, it was enough to feed everyone. Welita was faithful to her church and even when she was not feeling well, would get on her knees and pray to God at the altar. Welita always carried Juicy Fruit gum in her purse and she would give us a piece when we were figidety and that always seemed to make us happy. She would hold our hands when we were sad or hold us in her little tiny lap until we felt better. I always felt safe with my Welita. Her laughter is still in my heart.
My grandmother has made two visits to me during two of my darkest days. I called her and she came. I wanted to be like my grandmother but God chose to let me and my husband be childless and when I do get to Heaven, I know He will tell me why. Motherhood includes your children and your children's children. And here I have to talk about my own mother. Thank you God for giving me the best mother ever. Rosa, my mother, thoughout my life, you have never ever abandoned us. How can I explain to you what my mother means to me. There is nothing...I mean nothing that my mother wouldn't do for us. She drives six hours from Lubbock to San Antonio by herself just to visit me and my sister Cyndi and her family. I had once hoped to be a mother like my own mother. I would like to think that I would have had a bit of her and a bit of my Welita. I can only imagine what our life would have been like if we had had children of our own.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 29, 2009

I'd like to welcome the following lovely people to Timeless Things. It's always a pleasure to have you drop by and visit. I will not be posting until a week from next Saturday so that I can take this time to visit our followers and my list of blogs that I, myself follow. It's been a very busy month for us but I need at least a week to devote to visiting all of you which always gives me so much pleasure!
Welcome greeting go to:
My lovely sister Laurie @ momof2roses
The talented Riet @ quiltin'n stitching lady
The multi-talented Tami @ Cottage Style Pinkbuttercream and Bottle Digger!
Mini-doll extrodinaire and Shabby fan Marsha @ Sassy Mini Dolls Are Dolls With Attitude!
Pink Saturday buddy and wonderful blogger Robin @ Miscellaneous Thoughts
I will finish the list later, my laptop is freezing up

TUESDAY, AUGUST 4, 2009

Man vs. Food in San Antonio!

If you like watching Adam on Man vs. Food then stop by and watch his show tomorrow night! Back in June, our favorite hamburger place and pal Joey Prado, owner of Chunky's Burgers and More, was featured with his famous Four Horseman Hamburger. The burger is sinfully hot with the four hottest peppers ever! You must sign a waiver before eating, you have an hour to finish and if you decide to toss your cookies, the competition is over and you pay for your burger! If you do finish, you must wait five minutes after eating it which we have seen first hand several times that it's not an easy task. Many a bucket has gone by our table only to be disposed of in the restroom!

Adam sitting outside on the patio ready to barf up the Four Horseman and a Chunky's customer challenging Adam...he didn't make it. Adam did. What a guy!

Hopefully Mr. Timeless Things and I will be able to be seen but you know how editing goes. I'll be wearing a raspberry shirt, almost purplish and we will be sitting by the front door next to a window. A lot of footage was shot of Joey's friends and customers but we'll see if we show up or not...lol!

Chunky's patio where the challenge started and ended. There were so many people, I just don't know how the Chunky's crew did it! Their customer service is tops even when they are fixing to be nationally known...!! I'm sure Mr. Prado will have his restaurant fully packed tomorrow with well wishers and will be watching the show with his patrons. Or then again, he just might close up and go fishing...he's been known to do that!
The show starts at 9:00 pm Central Time.

WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 26, 2009

Goodbye and Farewell......Please Take Care

Today will be the last post I will make in a very long time. I hope to be back happily blogging sometime next year but for now....I need to fix something. Sometimes you must make the decision that, if you are unhappy with a situation, then you move mountains to make it better and for me, that means I must rearrange my mountains and make my scenery one hundred times better.
Please take care, all of you wonderful and dear people.
Bonnie, Patricia, Lee Laurie and Stevie, I will be keeping in touch with you by phone calls. You all mean so much to me and I am blessed to have met you through Blogger.
Deanna

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 17, 2009

I Am Back


Mr. Timeless Things took me to Austin again. We stayed at our favorite hotel.

He took me to Round Rock to eat the famous Round Rock doughnuts.

He took me to the Bee Caves bridge and we watched thousands of bats fly out in to the sky.

We drove around Austin and we spotted these two ladies and they made us laugh.

We drove by our dream house three times oohing and ahhing the whole way.

He took me to a wonderful bridge where the scenery was lovely.

We took a walk by our hotel where I spotted a lovely flower by Town Lake. He and I held hands.

We discovered that no matter how much we would love to keep our loved one's marriages together and have nothing change....Marshall and I will be forever. On this, they can count on. We will always be there for them.

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 18, 2009

Ursula and Rosa. I See Them, In Me


A long time ago, my paternal grandmother Ursula, told me that before she died, she wanted to see all of her grandchildren happily married to the men or women they loved. Divorce is rare in our family. My paternal grandfather had abandoned his family when my father was a small boy. He and my grandmother raised his five siblings. It wasn't an easy life for them. A hispanic woman with six children to raise didn't have a lot of options in the 1940's. She was a maid and God only knows what else she did to feed her family.
Growing up, my grandmother Ursula was my world. She loved us so much that I never gave a thought to the fact that I had a grandfather out there who had started another family several hundred miles away from his first family. I didn't care. I had my "Welita." We never did call her abuelita....just Welita. Her friends in Seagraves always called her "Chula." She was a strong woman. Petite in stature, she stood tall to me...like the Statue of Liberty. Oh she was a strong lady indeed. She had to be. When she had company over, she would whip out her little pots and pans and make something delicious and always always, it was enough to feed everyone. Welita was faithful to her church and even when she was not feeling well, would get on her knees and pray to God at the altar. Welita always carried Juicy Fruit gum in her purse and she would give us a piece when we were figidety and that always seemed to make us happy. She would hold our hands when we were sad or hold us in her little tiny lap until we felt better. I always felt safe with my Welita. Her laughter is still in my heart.
My grandmother has made two visits to me during two of my darkest days. I called her and she came. I wanted to be like my grandmother but God chose to let me and my husband be childless and when I do get to Heaven, I know He will tell me why. Motherhood includes your children and your children's children. And here I have to talk about my own mother. Thank you God for giving me the best mother ever. Rosa, my mother, thoughout my life, you have never ever abandoned us. How can I explain to you what my mother means to me. There is nothing...I mean nothing that my mother wouldn't do for us. She drives six hours from Lubbock to San Antonio by herself just to visit me and my sister Cyndi and her family. I had once hoped to be a mother like my own mother. I would like to think that I would have had a bit of her and a bit of my Welita. I can only imagine what our life would have been like if we had had children of our own.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 19, 2009

In His Arms


He was my friend first. Boyfriend later. Husband much later. I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. He still amazes me with his compassion and his thoughtfulness. Lately, when I've been sad about recent events concerning loved ones, he has come to be my rock. I know that I can go in to his arms and he will enfold me with his strength and give me comfort. He can't change the events that have caused the pain but he has put the band-aids on my heart ever so carefully. People have their own will and even if we don't agree with their decisions (which we, Marshall and I, know in our hearts aren't the right ones) that, that person will have to learn the lesson on their own. We will be there to help them. My husband and I.
I love this man.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 21, 2009

Getting To Know You Better

(Me this morning, in my favorite shirt)
I woke up this morning full of plans to straighten up my home but l have the blahs today. We have been packing up for several months to get ready to buy a home next August. We want to get as much done before hand and our rental storage space is getting quite full. I can't wait until all my pretties are wrapped, boxed and stored away. We have about four large boxes in the living room ready to go and even though our storage place is just across the street we just can't get ourselves going. We decided that we would just have a lazy day today and not do squat! A little guilty but oh well.
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While we were away and while I was away from my blog, I thought about all of my blog friends and how wonderful it would be to see them face to face. I don't want to say "in real-life" because it is real life to me. We can pick and choose the people we want to be blog friends with and I have some of the best people in blogland as my friends. On some of the really bad days, I would think about Bonnie (One Designing Woman) and how just one glance at her photo makes me smile and how I admire the love that Stevie (The Beautiful Outdoors) has for my LeeLaurie (A Southern Rose). I marvel at the remarkable wit of the one and only Kristina Pulsipher (Pulsipher Predilections). I adore my hometown girl BJ (Sweet Nothings) and she doesn't know this, but she is a mentor to me on how to be a hospitable hostess in blogland. I love that Maya (Completely Coastal) adores all the things beachy. I love the fact that Beverly (Tea Time and Roses) is one of the most charming and gracious ladies in blogger. The list goes on and on. Blogland is a veritable treasure chest of goodies!
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I'm noticing that I need to go brush my hair...pictures don't lie.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 24, 2009

When We Were Home

Four weeks ago Mr. Timeless Things and I went back home to Lubbock. It was a bittersweet visit. It was a difficult visit. It was and is very hard to talk about as we went in rescue mode to help two beloved people but while we were there, my mother Rosa, my sister Cyndi (who lives here in SA too) and I, drove to my old neighborhood where my husband and I used to live with my dear mother in-law. I was sitting in the back seat of my car as I had let Cyndi drive us around because I wanted to take a photo of our old cottage. As we got closer, my heart started to pound evenly with the Tejano song that was playing on the radio and as I got my camera ready, I told Cyndi to slow it down to a crawl and there it was...our first home. It was as if the house was coming out of a fog in the Scottish Highlands-in my mind anyway-and it was still white and very much the same as when we had lived in it sixteen years ago. Tears started to well up in my eyes and I got a big lump in my throat the size of a Cuban lime and I started snapping away. My mind wandered inside the house and away it went, in to the kitchen where Willa, my mother in-law, would make her famous 14 Day Fruit Cake. It went in to the backyard, where my husband would chip and putt with his golf clubs. To our bedroom where I had my stack of library books ready to read each night. On it wandered, in to the living room where my Willa would watch television AND listen to the radio at the same time. My God, it was so painful to remember but oh how I wanted those memories to keep flooding back and they hit me with such momentum that I became short of breath. Hurt.
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The house is still there. Marshall, Willa and I used to be there. Living and loving. I would give anything to have those days back again. There is always something so beautiful about humble beginnings that if given the choice, we would definitely do it all over again, Marshall and I. And Willa would still be here...making her delicious cakes and loving us. I miss you mama.

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 25, 2009

Amy Dawn is Carried Up To Heaven

Amy Dawn Ragan
1976-2009
Dear Debbie's daughter Amy was called to Heaven. She became ill at such a young age but she battled hard and I feel that battling automatically makes you a winner! There are no words that could ever make this hurt go away for Debbie and her family but Debbie is a woman of faith and if you have ever visited her blog, she prays for everyone and you just know that she will be given a blanket of warm love from all of her blogger friends. We love you Debbie and we know that your very own strength and faith in our Lord will see you through the hard days that are to come. You have touched so many and now it's our turn to give you the love you so selflessly give to others. You are an amazing mother. Both you and Amy were blessed to have one another. She was a beautiful warrior, battled with grace and with the love of her mother by her side. Please visit Debbie and leave her some words of encouragement. She will need those words later on.

WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 2009

I'll Be Back on March 6th.


I will be back in March or very late summer.

Deanna

MONDAY, MAY 31, 2010

New Me, New Life, New Home



Events that shape our lives on a daily basies can hit you so hard and fast, that you have no time to think about other things that are in your orbit. In September, my little planet was hit hard by a few little meteor showers that did burn and pierce through my protective ozone. Since then, nothing about blogging seemed important to me anymore. Oh, I still thought about the people behind the blogs, in fact I care deeply about everyone that has visited here. Most importantly, I have a small handful of blogging friends that have come more than just blogging buddies. Patricia, Bonnie, Lauracita, Lee Laurie and Stevie, Sue and Loida and her dear family are as close to me as if they were my next door neighbors. I owe them so much.



In September my very best friend (MA) disclosed to me that she and her husband were separating. In fact, she informed me that she getting a divorce. My heart sank as low as it could go and I felt in my interior that my friend was going to drop a bomb shell on me. She did and what happened to me was that I was filled with such a rage that I felt that I wanted to hurt someone.....I wanted to hurt him (her husband). I loved her and her husband dearly. There was nothing that they wouldn't do for me and my husband or for others that were in need. They were very involved with their church and their children were and continue to be pretty darned special in my eyes. MA's disclosure came at a time when other events were happening in my life and it was such a sad time for the two people that I loved, to be going through this awful and ultimately painful parting. Long story short, MA had been physically abused by her husband all those years and I never knew...never had an inkling that this had been going on. The fact that this man was in my wedding is so abhorrent to me that I start to shake and there is no controlling my mouth. I am not one to curse. I was so digusted by the fact that she told me that he abandoned his family one day...left his youngest son (10 yrs. old) with the grandson who was less than a year old. He just walked out and drove to Dallas where his parents live. MA lost her mother almost two years ago of cancer and when she told me that during the time when her mother was bedridden he would hurt her (MA) and I have to say here that when all was said and done, I called her husband and it did not end well. I will never forgive him for what he did to my sweet MA. I'm not sure what happened to him. He is, for lack of a better word..insane. Something broke inside his head. This is not the man I used to know.

In late December, my sweet mother flew to Alaska to visit my nieces for Christmas and she planned to stay through the rest of December until mid January. A few days in to her visit, mom tripped over the family dog in the hallway and shattered her right shoulder. She finally managed to crawl to the living room and that is where my brother in-law found her. He immediately took her to the emergency room and they instructed her to fly back to Lubbock as soon as possible to have surgery. They shot her up with pain killers and morphine and she flew home. To this day I have no idea how my mother was able to withstand the pain and the flight home.

My husband and I drove to Lubbock as fast as we could and made it there before mom. Monday, December 28th, mom was taken in to surgery at 5:45 a.m. My father, my husband, my sis and my uncle were in the waiting room. We were rejoicing because mom's surgeon informed us that the surgery should only take about three hours maybe even less. Joy. We all relaxed and my sis stretched herself across a couple of chairs and was resting..dad dozed and my uncle and my husband were chatting and I was waiting for my aunt and my cousins to arrive. I knew that my aunt wanted to be there for when mom came out of her surgery but I also knew that my aunt had not been feeling well and probably would not have felt like coming to the hospital so early. At 6:45 a.m. my cell rang and I heard crying, running noises and sobbing. My aunt had passed away and my precious cousin Darla had found her on the floor by her bed. My aunt raised my cousins when their mother passed away in '74 from breast cancer at the age of twenty-eight. My aunt was their second mother and this double loss hit them hard. This is where my world changed..at this very moment. My parents and my aunt were the leaders of our family. Everything was taken care of by them. Now the roles had been reversed for me and my sisters and I knew that it was now our turn to take charge family matters.

I walked over to my father and gave him the news. My sis shot up and we all started crying. I had to get on the phone immediately and start making calls. This is something that my aunt and mother were always good at and I had to pull myself together. I ran out of the waiting room and in to the hallway where a cold breeze was flowing and I cried. My mother...how am I going to tell mom? I loved my aunt. That's all I need to say. It was gut wrenching. I called my cousins back to make sure they were all right. When my cousin Darla quietly whispered, "Hurry," I knew that my sister Laurie and I had to leave my mother and go to them. I was a decision that was hard but my sis and I decided that we would go. I called my sister Cyndi back in SA and as she is a Funeral Director, she immediately started on the plans and she informed me that she was on her way.

God, in his infinite love, gave us a grace period. Mom's surgery took six hours and she was in recovery for a couple of hours. We were blessed because the thought of telling mother that her beloved sister had passed away was eating at me and I just did not want to lie to my mother. I knew that she would ask about my aunt. She was put on morphine and I knew that she would be asleep most of the night. When she was wheeled into her room, I grieved for my mother. How in the world was she going to get better when her sister had just passed away. "Oh God," I prayed. "You know that my mother is in physical pain but that will heal. When we tell her the news tomorrow, please help us."

After we left my cousins and letting them know that when they needed us we would drop everything for them, my sis and I drove back to the hospital. Everthing from that point on is a blur. Dad had asked the hospital staff to put my mother's room in privacy mode. No calls were to come through. No visitors. They protected mom like a mother eagle protecting her young. My father and my siblings and our spouses gathered in mom's room the next morning and we gave her the news. Never want to re-live that again. It was decided that my aunt would be buried on Thursday December 31st in Seagraves. It had been snowing all week and temperatures were freezing while we were there.

During the whole week while mom was in the hospital, my husband my sister Laurie and I stayed with her in the room. I never slept. We would run home, never leaving mom alone and take a shower, change and head back to the hospital. I never saw my sister Cyndi except when she came to the hospital to see mom before she had to head back to the funeral home and to my cousins side. She had to handle the funeral arrangements and be there for my cousins who were emotionally crippled by the loss. My heart just ached for them and for my mother.

Some how we all got through it. Mom was able to be released and was able to attend my aunt's funeral. I can't tell you how proud I was of my husband who tended to my mother's every need. He really missed his calling as a nurse. Not only did he take care of my mother but he took care of me and my dad. He was my rock.

I have definitely grown up since December. Trying to take care of my own medical problems is a daily battle but I'm getting there. I just had to push myself away for a while. I've had two other losses since then that have impacted me deeply. Nothing, I mean absolutely nothing will ever change the fact that I lost the girl in me back in December. I guess that happens to everyone at some point in time.

Mom is doing well. She will never have full motion in her shoulder but she is going to physical therapy and tells me that she loves to exercise at home with a pulley contraption. Nothing keeps that woman down! Both mom and dad are on their way this week to stay with us and I can't wait to see them and have them be our first guests, in our new home.

So now I am sitting here in my living room with my beloved hubby. I thought this day would never get here. It did. With a lot of prayer. And lot's of thoughts about you. Loving thoughts because I missed you. It's time to come back.

Deanna

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 10, 2010

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

My brother Joey, sister Cyndi and me, big sister Deanna

Woke up this morning at 4:45 a.m. hoping for a semi-clear eye so that I could go to work. So far so good, Put my hybrid lens on my right eye and seems to be a bit clear so hopefully I can last all day at work. Last night I cried (boo hoo hoo) in my husbands arms and he let me be silly for a while. I guess it's just frustration coming out. One day my eyes were well and then one day they weren't. I suppose that is what makes me mad. It happened so quickly and I feel helpless.

Last night I had a sweet dream. I hope my little sister Laurie doesn't feel left out..(sorry sister!) but I did dream of myself when I was quite small. I remember in the dream that I was riding a tricycle and I had fallen off (how does one fall off of a tricycle?) and my brother came over to pick me up and dusted my knees off. I saw my sister Cyndi crying for me and she toddled over to me so that I could pick her up. I remember rubbing her curly head giving her a kiss on her forehead and she stopped crying and hugged my neck. My little brother kept asking me if I wanted a band-aid and I said no, I was fine. We three then got back on our tricycles and rode around our backyard singing songs that I could not recall what they were when I woke up. As I walked to my bathroom and took a warm shower, I thought about my dream. I fell, I kept going. Big me needs to take a lesson from little me. Get right back up and keep pedaling. As for support, I have it in spades. Mom, dad, Laurie, Cyndi and Joey and my husband Marshall. And I can't forget my dear blogging friends who are unknowingly making this return to blogging extra special. Thank you for your dear emails. It means a lot to me.

Later today, I am going to open a package that holds a collection of salt and pepper shakers that had been in storage for over a year. I don't remember what is in there so it's going to be so much fun unwrapping them. I'll take photos and post them later tonight. Well it's 6:26 a.m. and I'd best be off to work. Have a great Sunday!

Deanna

TUESDAY, JUNE 1, 2010

SA-WEET Happy Home!

This is my new home. My husband's gift to me that will last a lifetime. Seriously, no diamond ring or shiny car need apply here! I'm set! It was a long haul getting here but we did it together. It is the sweetest bungalow and I even got my dream stainless appliances (someone explain to me why we women love those stainless steel appliances!?!) I mean if you look at them closely, they are a bit of a monstrosity. I loved the simple white appliances but something happened to me when I got my home. I became a stainless steel appliance fanatic. Doesn't go well with Shabby Chic but gosh darn it...I'm makin' it work! Stainless Shabby, it will make for a new decor fad.
Here I am relaxing in the back yard on my new patio set that my loving sister Cyndi and generous hearted brother in-law Johnny bought for us a couple of weeks ago. My hubby has purchased himself a new lawn mower, leaf blower and edger. You can knock me over with a feather because I don't have to tell that man to mow the front and back yard. He's really gung-ho and I guess it's partly because of being a proud homeowner. I am so proud of him.


I was given these cute balloons today at work and I thought of how fitting it was because I was feeling so happy and bubbly. My daddy is coming in to town this very minute and he's bringing the furniture he and my mother purchased for our guest room. They've claimed that room as theirs and so have ten other cousins, aunts and uncles! Mom is heading over here with my sister Laurie tomorrow and we are all getting ready to have all of our families on both sides drive in to SA this week. My brother in-law Johnny is retiring from the Air Force after twenty-five years of duty. We are having a big gala for him on Friday night at Lackland AFB. Bought myself a swanky dress. I will post those pics after the weekend is over. I cannot wait to have all my loved ones stay with us here. By the way, while I was typing this my balloons flew away up in to my tree and Marshall had to pull them down for me. Lawn Mower Man to the rescue!

Deanna

FRIDAY, JUNE 11, 2010

Hello friends! It's Friday and I'm ready to take you to Sisterdale, Texas. It's about an hour northwest of San Antonio and it houses a wonderful place called Sister Creek Vineyard. It's a rustic but extremely charming building which used to be a cotton gin back in it's heyday. Click on the Girl About Town icon and come spend a few minutes with me in Sisterdale!

Bottoms up,
Deanna

SATURDAY, JULY 10, 2010

A Birthday, An Anniversary and Rain from Alex

Happy Birthday to Me ♪♫♪ - Oh dear, I'm forty-seven years old this year! I have never felt better or felt more sexier than when I was in my twenties! I thought about my birthday last year here in Blogland and how much fun I had putting together my Blog Party on July 1st and 2nd. I celebrate two birthdates. Legally, it's July 1st but I was actually born on the 2nd. Goof up at the hospital. Anyhow, it's fun to have two dates to celebrate. Mr. Timeless Things and I have really settled ourselves into our new home and I have become a little Betty Crocker. It's been a true money-saver cooking instead of going out to eat. I have been pretty lucky to come up with different things to make for dinner. The best part is inviting our family and friends over to share our table. There's truly nothing like sharing conversation and laughter with your loved ones.
Mr. Timeless Things and I celebrated our sixteenth wedding anniversary on July 7th. We can't do it once though because on July 19th, we will celebrate our 2nd wedding anniversary of being married by the church. Apparantly, I can't have just one of anything!

We have had tons of rain here in San Antonio because of Hurricane Alex but not as much as poor Laredo has had with all the flooding problems and devastation. Despite that, I love nothing better than to open my front door and peer out my threshold at the front yard. It's such a lovely yard. Lush and green and ohhh it smells so good! I am so blessed because this was a long time coming. Everyday I thank my Lord above for giving me the most beautiful home and to be it's loving caretaker. It's such a treat to come home from work knowing that I'm pulling up to my own driveway, opening my own fridge to take out some delicious blackberries and have a snack before Mr. Timeless Things and I take our daily hour nap at four-thirty. It's a beautiful thing to be in bed with him, a light blanket covering the two of us, the ceiling fan whirring softly, and hearing the tip tap of light rain with a soft albeit warm, breeze flowing in through the open window in our bedroom. Sleep overtakes us as we hold hands. It's been bliss all over. (Record scratch!) Then we both start snoring!
Deanna