An Ode to Mom

While lying in bed sick and in pain all I could think about was calling my mommy. Yep, that's right this twenty-five year old has no shame in calling for her mommy. It got me thinking of all the times my mother has come to my rescue when I'm knee deep in vomit, or curled up in a ball in pain, to even just a slight fever. There is just something about a mother's touch that makes the world of difference. I could think back to all the times she would have me lay on her lap and play with my hair along with coqitas on my back in order to distract me from all the familiar uncomfortable aches. Oh how I wished today would have been one of those moments. Thankfully my mother knew that when I called asking for chicken noodle soup, that once again I was in need of her tender loving care. Sometimes my mother laughs at me thinking of how am I going to survive without her when I get married. SIMPLE I'm flying her up instantly no questions asked. I figure its much better than having her live with my husband and I. Honestly though I know that no one compares to my mothers care taking, but I'm sure she will give my loving husband to be a "How to Manual" in order for him to survive my needy moments.

Mom- thanks for all the extra hours you've put in, and the countless amount of love you have shown me. I just pray that I can in the future measure up to what you have done for me. I love You!

Rey is HOT!

                                             

                                       Wait it gets better...and the back says

                                    ...and I completely do, more than words!

Love language

Lately I've been hearing Merari and Anne Marie speak of this thing called "Your Love Language," and of course I listened as if I completely understood their madness. Eventually, they took time out to explain to me the different love languages. Apparently, there are 5 languages or as I like to call them categories that individuals fit into. I figured my two were quality time and personal touch, and the over eager beaver inside of me thought, I could be the only one who met all five languages, and then I snapped out of my diluted world (which is nice I might add) and decided to take the quiz. Of course I was right all along or at least mostly right, anyways who's counting. (Rey no comment)

The Five Love Languages

My primary love language is probably
Physical Touch
with a secondary love language being
Quality Time.

Complete set of results

Physical Touch:		9
Quality Time:		8
Words of Affirmation:		7
Acts of Service:		3
Receiving Gifts:		3

Information

Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.

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Transitions

This past Friday had to be one of the hardest transitions I’ve had to endure. Brigitte and I drove Rey and his father to the airport, as he was embarking on a new adventure in his life called seminary. I had been dreading that moment for weeks and finally it had come and I of course I wasn’t ready. For days leading up to Friday I was an emotional wreck trying to hide it from Rey since he had enough on his mind the last thing he needed was to worry about me. Unfortunately I broke in front of Rey and didn’t want him to see my pain. Thankfully I was able to go a couple of days without completely breaking down, until that dread moment arose. As I kissed Rey goodbye I tried so hard to hold back the tears but I couldn’t, it was like trying to stop a damn with a piece of gum, impossible.

I know this transition is necessary in order for Rey to become the man the Lord has in store for him. I’m confident that he will accomplish many things and grow even stronger with his walk in the Lord. My prayer for him is that the Lord will continue to protect him, and guide him through the many obstacles that await, and give him the strength to press on with times get rough.

As for me, I know that in time things will get better and the tears will begin to dry up, however right now everything reminds me of him. It’s the oddest thing, I will drive past something and all of a sudden I can recall a complete conversation Rey and I had at that specific moment. The oddity of that statement is I can barely remember what I did the day before. So you could only image what kind of tricks my mind is playing on me. Talking to him is particularly hard since I look forward to hearing his voice and connecting with him, but hanging up is difficult to do. I know it’s coming when we’ll say our goodbyes and yet the tears will begin to run down my face once again.

I just want to say thank you to all who have been there for me and have allowed me to cry on your shoulder, and drag me out so that I’m not home sulking. I love you all.

Rey, I love you more than words can express and I miss you terribly…I’m looking forward to seeing you in a few weeks. Till then I will cherish our many talks.