It’s all in the smile…

Growing up I didn’t smile too often. My two front teeth protruded a lot and I was called Bucky Beaver. I learned to smile with my mouth closed and when I laughed, I covered my mouth with my hand. I even slept with my mouth covered to hide my teeth (and the habit became so ingrained that I still do that). I had braces for two years and they barely made a difference.

Day is done...

Growing up in Massachusetts, I went to Girl Scout camp for two weeks every August. My mother had been the camp nurse when I was very young and I attended even then. 

From rings to weddings….

Last week, I talked about our rings. Now a bit about our wedding…

When we met, we were both widowed from twenty year marriages and those were not our first marriages. We had both done the “official” type wedding and we wanted to keep this one low key.

Impatient

I’ve noticed I am much more impatient as time passes. anytime I am waiting for the coffee to drip, the microwave to ding, the TV show to load, I tap my foot, I count, I pace. Why is this? I don’t remember being so impatient when I was younger.

Rings for an eternity…

A friend posted about their wedding and rings for the letter V for vows in the 2023 April A to Z Blog Challenge. That brought to mind my journey with rings. 

In 1985, when my late husband and I were married, we had next to no money. I charged my JC Penney card with the purchase of his nugget ring (which I still have, resized for me to wear on my right hand) and I wore my late mother’s wedding set (which I have passed on to my oldest daughter).

Journals or Diaries?

As a teenager, I had diary. I don’t think I used it all that much but I had friends who wrote down everything that happened every day. What a fun read that would be now. All my high school memory items were lost in a move many years ago including my scrapbook and diary.

Invisible

Have you ever felt invisible? I have. Not most times. In fact, I sometimes feel too visible. Most of my life I worried about how I looked, how I sounded, how I appeared to others. Now in my 70s, I worry less about what others think of me. I’m still me. I haven’t changed. Well, except for looking older…