The Little Things

My kids are my world; I love both my kids equally & we each have our own things that we do together. Tommy is my Bubba, my protector, my drinking buddy, my computer genuis & my hero. Ever since he was a little boy, he has worked with me in my businesses, cleaning carpets, cutting grass & painting yard ornaments & whatever other work we could drum up, just to survive. We have been through a lot together; good and bad.

Tommy is my quiet, smart child, with a heart of gold. He is so sensitive to other people when they are hurting or in need; he is so gentle and loving; something that most men are not and I believe it takes more of a man to be like this.

He is a computer/electronic genius and I do not think there is a computer he cannot fix, a program he cannot write, or an electronic gadget he does not have.

As far as my hero, as soon as 9/11 happened, even though he was only 17, he stepped up to the plate, joined the service, and has been overseas twice, protecting our country & fighting for our freedom. For this, I have to say, I am extremely proud. He has done what few others are willing to sacrifice & many soldiers are proud to do. I am very proud of my son & stand a foot taller, knowing that he is by my side, protecting me.

Stacey; she is my best friend. She is my goof-ball, my side-kick, my prankster, my live life to the fullest child, my sunshine. There is never a dull moment around her. If I ran into the store in between jobs to get us a drink, when I came out, my car would be parked in another parking spot, where she moved it to make me think I was crazy. If I was having a bad day, there would be a knock at my window & my horse would be staring me in the face where Stacey had gone to get her out of the pasture to cheer me up. We can be driving down the road & she'll slam on brakes, back up & jump out of the truck, all the time me wondering what in the world is wrong and it's all because she saw a pretty flower on the side of the road that she wanted to pick for me. No matter how old any of us get, she always wants us to not work on our birthdays and have a special day together.

Ever since she was old enough, she has been cleaning houses with me, I started homeschooling her the last few years of school & we do everything together. Even after she got married, she continued to work with me and we had our special playdays together on the days we weren't working so we were still together everyday. We would take off & go to the beach, or go exploring, finding something to get into, go to Wal-Mart or grocery shopping together, etc.

These days with my children are very special days-the time that I spend with them, creating memories, are the little things in life that count. As they grow & spread their wings, creating memories with their own families, our times together are getting fewer and farther between. Tommy and his family live with me, so I get to see and interact with them on a daily basis and me & Bubba still have a lot of special times together. Stacey has had to get a "real job" and goes to school also, so I hardly even see her anymore and I miss our times together. We did have an opportunity last week though to have another playday and we both enjoyed every minute of it. We went to Wal-Mart, looked around, went to the grocery store, came back to her house and spent the rest of the afternoon swimming and floating in her pool. It was great.

The Little Things in life are truly the things that count and mean the most and I think they should be grabbed, held onto and treasured forever.