Recently while having lunch with my sweet hubby, we sat down just like normal. That's when IT happened. As we started to remove items from our tray I was somehow unaware (at first) that I was placing his chili in front of him and removing the lid while he was putting the straw in my drink. As I poured out his fries and opened his ketchup, he was tracking down my dressing, and opening it for me. It ended as he handed me napkins, and I opened his crackers. THAT'S when it hit me! I stared at him for several seconds, and asked... "When the heck did THAT happen?" Had we become each others parent? Were we just being really kind to one another? I dunno.... Over the past 7 years we've experienced several serious illnesses. Starting with me, and ending with him and his open heart surgery. He's always been there for me, been the best care giver anyone could ever ask for, and never left my side. I do the same for him, although I never feel I've done enough to help. So, I suppose in the thick of things, we learned to care for one another, and it has become habit. I wont complain, I'd rather be caring, and handing out saltines at a meal, than sitting across from someone that you never communicate with.
Prince, as well all know by now, unless you happen to live under a rock, died last week. I've waited to blog about this because I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted to say. I thought about writing some cute little story that included Prince quotes everywhere I could fit one, but it just didn't seem right. I was a child of the 80's. It's where my claim to fame "teenage" years were well spent. What I wouldn't give to go back knowing what I know now! Prince was part of that era for me. I belted out his songs in my bedroom, in cars, and at the beach, where I spent most of my off days in Florida. There were nights my Sister Joylyn, 10 years younger, would come in after a bad dream, or just for some Sissy time, and curl up in my bed, light glowing from my big 80s stereo, playing Prince tunes, among others. Joylyn called me that day, crying. Prince had died, and for her, along with it, those childhood memories. I reminded her, just like those memories, Prince may be physically gone from this world, but look what he left behind for us to enjoy! That music would always be there. Those memories made, all those years ago, we'd always have. The greatest part about life is, although this moment in time, that we may hold so dear WILL change, but we can make new memories, and have new stories to tell. We may not be able to go back to the 80's, or to whatever that special time was in our past, but we can always look back, smile, and say I DID THAT!
Every day I feel is a blessing from God. And I consider it a new beginning. Yeah, everything is beautiful. ......Prince
