Another Trip Around the Sun

Today is a happy day 

It's Hopson's birthday.  He's 29...again.  He's off with Harry & Henry hunting in Clarksdale.  It's his birthday & I want him to do what he loves.  I think he would really love it if it were warm outside so he could sit on the porch at the lake during the gloaming .  It's his favorite time of day.  He would be drinking a beer & playing Rummikub with the fam.  There would be love, lots of laughter & me getting eaten by mosquitoes.  For his birthday I didn't spend any money.  It's one of the things he always wants.  Hopson works hard for our fam & he is the best builder, fixer, ski instructor (water & snow) & manliness passer oner around. 

I did get a chuckle at his expense the other night.  He loves to brag about how he still gets carded.  We had a Costco date, and as we were checking out, the wine he was purchasing was scanned right over the bar-code reader & no one was asked to provide ID.  He of course blamed it on me, or thought about it.  I giggled & may have taunted him that he doesn't really look 29.  HaHa!  Happy Birthday Honey Daddy!


Today is a sad day   

Today is 20 years since my mom passed away.  Gracious, 25 for dad & 20 for mom.  I've been on this train a long time.  It's amazing how my heart doesn't hurt like it used to, but I can look back and mostly smile and laugh, and every once in a while cry.  There will be a song, sight, or smell that makes me think of my parents.  I have more happy memories than sad & I choose everyday to be thankful for those instead of sad.  

The only regret I have is that my parents didn't get to see my children grow up & watch my siblings and me get older.  My dad would have LOVED Hopson.  The gloaming was his favorite time of day too, and he loved nothing more than being at the lake.  

To all my friends who have just climbed on this train, I promise you will be ok.  You won't feel better overnight, but your heartache won't last forever.  You wills stop counting the hours, days, and months since your mom or dad passed away.  Don't stop living, because they wouldn't want you to.  They would want you to remember them with love.


Tomorrow is a happy day

Harry escorted Lowry to the
2017 Poinsettia Debutant Ball
Hopson and I always joked that we never wanted a Christmas baby.  Instead we have a New Year's Eve baby.  Harry has been such a blessing for me.  Having his birthday split my mom's angelversary & birthday has helped me to remember life goes on (whether I want it to or not).  Harry makes me laugh.  He's not afraid to work hard for what he wants & asks for forgiveness rather than permission.  Bright red motorcycle to you...but that's a story for another time.  Crazy child, but I love him bunches.  Happy Happy birthday Harry my sweet.  When I think of my blessings I count you twice.  





I am blessed beyond measure & while there are days I am sad, I have realized that there are too many blessing to count to be sad for long.  Thank you also, sweet reader, for helping my cup to overflow!  <3 

Celebrating life & counting my blessings,
~ashley

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  1. TeresaJanuary 26, 2021 at 9:23 AM

    You may never see this, but I thought I’d try anyway. My parents and your parents were best friends at Auburn. Your mom used to say that I was her first baby because she would come and steal me away so mom and dad could have a date night. I remember visiting several times when we (you, your brother, me and my brother) were all little at your home in Birmingham. I seem to remember a babysitter, wearing a back brace, coming to keep us while both our parents went out. The last time I saw your sweet mom was the day of your daddy’s funeral. My parents were not able to travel, so I went on their behalf. I’m sorry you no longer have her with you, mom and dad didn’t know she had passed.

    I know this is random, but your mom came to my mind this morning and when that happens, I generally assume that the Lord put them on my mind for a reason, so I looked you up and landed here. For what it is worth, I prayed for you today.

    Blessings,
    Teresa Getter Messick
    Auburn 1991

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