Birthday week.

This past week I turned 31. The anticipation of my birthday had me quite worried, and of course it was all unfounded. Thanks to my family and friends it was an incredible week. I had some fun surprises, amazing gifts and I worked extra hard last week and the beginning of this week so I could take off Thursday and Friday. All in all, I have very little I can complain about.

Tuesday morning my Aunt and Uncle had flowers sent to my office so I could enjoy them over the week. They are beautiful, colorful and smell so good. Wednesday I got to enjoy an amazing movie with friends and they gave me some fun new watercolors to play with! Thursday and Friday I was able to relax and get some chores done.

img_4522Today was the cherry on the top. I got to spend the day with friends at Strong National Museum of Play. Two of them had never gone before so it was a lot of fun to introduce them to all the fun that the museum held. We played games, visited the butterfly garden and reminisced over toys we played and books we read with over the years.

It has been years since I have been to this particular museum so it was interesting to see what had changed. Most of my old favorites were still there, but we also found a few new things to enjoy. My friends are huge gamers, so they loved playing the pinball machines and old arcade games.

For me the butterfly garden was the best part. Seeing all the flowers, green plants and colorful butterflies was wonderful this time of year when the world outside is grey. There were also so happy koi fish swimming around and a turtle basking in the fake sun. I honestly would have stayed there all day.

Last year I remember thinking after my birthday that it was going to be the best year ever, instead it was the most confusing. This year I am not sure what to expect, but I hope for wonderful adventures, and less tears.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.


Violets picked with John

My grandparents on my father’s side were married just shy of 50 years. They met at Roberts Wesleyan College somewhere around 1950. My grandfather was over six feet tall and was the big man on campus. All the girls in the laundry room wanted to iron his shirts, but it was my little five foot tall grandmother that caught his fancy. It is crazy to think how long ago it was that they met. I wonder what their early relationship was like and if they somehow knew they would be together forever. Unfortunately, I did not have as much time with my grandparents as I would have liked. The older I get the more questions I have that will never be answered in words.

img_0614This past week my parents were able to go through some of their things. Most of it was boxes of letters and different odds and ends, but my parents brought a few things back for me. There is pin that belonged to my great grandmothers, a Bible that was given to my grandmother in 1937 by the ladies in her church, a ribbon from a camp long ago and a few other things. One item that stood out to me the most is a simple envelope that says “Violets picked with John – 5-4-51”. When I opened the envelope there was a faded, pressed bundle of violets and my first thought was this is the kind of love I want.

In May of 1951 my grandparents were not engaged yet, but for some reason this small bundle of flowers were important enough to keep and be found over 60 years later. I wonder how many times this envelope was moved before it found its way to me. What did they talk about as these violets were picked to make it such a memorable day? What would the story be if my grandmother was still alive and I took this envelope to her? As much as I would love answers to all of these questions and more, the most important message I see is the love they had for each other. I want this kind of love.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.