Story Weekend is Back! "I Feel Rich When. . . "
Story Weekend fans, thanks for your patience while I finished my as-yet-to-be-titled 2013 book. I made my deadline and after this weekend, I’ll have finished my revisions. I have to say, I love this book! I hope you will, too.
We’re on Topsail Island right now. The past couple of evenings, I’ve been writing on my deck with the reflection of the blue moon in the water. I snapped this little pic with my iPhone as I worked. Sitting there, I feel as rich as if I had millions in the bank. How about you? When do you feel rich?
I feel rich when my granddaughter Ayvah runs to me with outstretched arms. She will be 4 years old in November. She started preschool and dance class last week. I picked her up on Thursday afternoon after not seeing her for 5 days. It must have seemed like a long time for her since she had been so busy. As I buckled her in her car seat, she seemed quiet. On our drive home Ayvah said, “Grammie, did you miss me?” “Oh yes my sweet girl, I missed you so much!” I replied. Rich, very rich.
I’m so glad you have Ayvah in your life, Deb!
Easy. When I’m walking somewhere with my family and my wife and adult daughter are in front of me talking to each other a mile a minute.
I can picture this, and see the joy in your face…I saw it at your daughter’s wedding. xo
Oh, I am sooo rich. There are not enough words to express how Rich I am. If I could put a monetary value on it, I could not write that many zeros after the 1. My family; my husband of 37 years, children, 3girls 1 son, 8 grandchildren,my mother and 2 brothers that gave me 2 sisters,my bro and sisters by marriage, nieces and nephews, My friends …My job…God has certainly blessed me. My DIL told me that my gsons think they have the best grandma in the world…Life happens and everything is not always rosey, but I cannot imagine going through my life without everything I have been blessed with.
You’re surrounded by riches, Cindy!
You can’t even imagine how rich I feel to be celebrating with my husband (and best friend) our 50th wedding anniversary tomorrow. Our sons and daughters-in-law have given us a gift certificate for a breakfast at a beach cafe on Clearwater Beach to get us out of the house while they (along with my sister and friend and granddaughter) decorate and cook. Now isn’t this so much better than a fancy catered affair ? We are so fortunate to have found the right partner the first time, and we are blessed with a close caring family. Then, on to Jekyll Island for a week at our favorite beach. Now it doesn’t get any better than this!
Congratulations Betty… I am so happy for you and your family. 🙂
I’m rich just breathing! I’m rich when I see my grown up sons make plans for an excursion- when I see them like friends- not just brothers- I’m rich when I can get away and read a good book and know that no matter what there is to do- it will still be there waiting for me when I’ve had time to take a “breather”- Having life is having richness!
When I was fourteen I was treated for an aggressive form of leukemia. They told me that I may never have a child of my own due to side effects from the treatments. I know there are many ways to become a mother, but even at fourteen I knew I wanted to experience the amazing journey of pregnancy and labor. So, I couldn’t feel any richer than when my amazing two year old son looks up at me with his daddy’s lopsided grin and my blue eyes. Can you say priceless?
This is indeed richer than rich…
I feel rich when I am a recipient of the Kindness of Strangers. Moving house is akin on the stress level to divorce. Divorce and moving to a country where you know one person is akin to being a cork floating on a sea of uncertainity. Since I have moved here total strangers I have ‘spoken’ to online&have never heard from again have sent me pumpkin pie mix so that I can celebrate Thanksgiving in the fashion to which I have become accustomed, sent me books that I can’t get here, have soothed my soul., have let me touch base with the compassion of the sisterhood and I am so grateful. I return the favour in kind as often as I can. Compassion is a seed that grows in my soul. Just yesterday I posted a picture of some potato chips from Canada that are not available in this land of Cheese&Onion crisps and I was swamped by folks asking me what they could send to me in a comfort package. Overwhelmed. Send your heart ladies. Just send your heart. That is gift enough.
Yesterday the LOVE of MY LIFE gave me SUNFLOWERS, because they are my fav; prepared a romantic, candlelight dinner for two and then opted to stay in dancing to Frank Sinatra tunes! RICH IN LOVE:)
I’m rich in love when I come home from work at the end of the day…husband welcomes me home with open arms and a kiss, and little Kenya runs in circles and waits for a kiss…Ah, I’m humbled.
Gorgeous photo, Diane…absolutely beautiful…
I feel rich in simple moments: while watching the ocean lap at the shore, while laughing out loud while reading a good book, getting an unexpected letter from a family member or just watching a stranger do something kind for another person. It’s simple moments when one realizes how little is actually needed to be happy. It’s in those moments when I reflect on all the many wonderful things in my life that I feel rich. Being rich is being surrounded by friends/family, finding little pleasures in every day activities, and knowing that there is a lot of goodness in the world.