Saturday Fun Day

Saturday my husband and I went to Fernandina Beach, Florida, which is about a 45 minute drive from our home.  We went there just for a date day and had a fabulous time.  We browsed stores, found some great deals for Christmas gifts, ate lunch on an outdoor patio at a Mexican restaurant, stopped in two local dive bars and found some delicious pecan pralines at a fudge shop, which was the perfect ending to a perfect day!


Blissful Moments…

Hot buttered croissant with strawberry jam, Christmas buffet luncheon with coworkers & dinner with a friend I haven’t spent much time with recently.

I Love You

They are three simple words, yet they are so powerful!  How often do you say them?  I say them to my husband before one of us leave the house, any time we talk on the phone & then before bed in the evening.  I say them to my parents any time we talk on the phone.  I tell my friends (probably not often enough) when we’re on the phone as well.

Where I sit in my office, I hear many, many, many phone conversations during the day.  I’m always amazed at the lack of spouses/significant others not telling the other that they love them while on the phone.  I’m even more amazed when parents talk to their children (grown or not) and don’t tell them.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard a conversation go like this…

“I gotta go, I’m on deadline.”  “I really gotta go.”  “Please call me tonight, I have to get off the phone.”  20 minutes later there is an argument followed with, “Will you just let me get off the phone?  I really have to go!”  followed with, “If you’re going to be ugly about it, I’m going to hang up the phone!”  “I’m hanging up now….I’m hanging up now….I’m hanging up now….”  SLAM

The phone is slammed down and not once during the 45 minute phone call did the caller (who I know is the child) hear that they are loved.

So very, very sad.

Growing up I never heard my dad tell me he loved me.  I even went through counseling b/c I didn’t think my dad loved me.  I would be told, “well you know he loves you, he just doesn’t know how to say it.”  Did he not know how to say it b/c it wasn’t said often enough in his household?  I was 21 years old the first time he told me that he loves me.  I now make sure that I always say it any time we talk, or see each other, and he repeats it back.  It’s true, he’s always loved me, but sometimes I just need to hear it.

So, get off the computer, and tell your friends and family that you love them.

Blissful Moments

Before Christmas I started a daily ritual of posting blissful moments on my Facebook status.  I ended the ritual Monday because I had to endure school zones and crazy parents once again driving through our neighborhood.  I went to the break room yesterday afternoon and a co-worker told me that he looked forward to seeing them every day.  So, I’ve decided to post a collection here every now and then, as well as Facebook to keep the momentum going of those little every day moments that you would otherwise overlook.

A few blissful moments of 2010 included: getting my heart fixed, having fewer doctors, not having lupus, being pain free and having some of the best friends and family a person could ask for!

Here’s to a year of blissful moments in 2011!