Short Story #25

‘Why am I here?’ I’m standing in a living room of a coworker. It was an impromptu Christmas party. But it seemed more like a party to drink yourself silly.

Jackson had invited me, he was a friend that I had fought through the residency with. But he and I finally came out on top. But anyways, he knew I wasn’t going to go if I wasn’t invited. I’m just not a party person. To me a party is watching surgery videos while doodling. Or eating dinner while reading a good book, sipping on hot chocolate.

But instead I came. And now I know I was right not to come. I standing in a corner with a beer just to blend in; but I don’t drink. Ever. The swarm of people around me were laughing, guzzling, dancing, and some were kissing. I guess a lot were kissing. I set the beer down as I try to make my way to the door. This wasn’t my scene, I needed to be out of here.

My hand on the doorknob, I turn to yelled goodbye in the void, only to have a man slam into my back thudding my forehead into the door. “Ouch!”

“Sorry,” the man grabbed my shoulders as he stepped back. “I was trying to just slip out the door behind you, but you suddenly stopped. My bad. Are you alright?”

I rubbed my forehead while turning around. And I looked up into a curious face. It was a handsome face, but if he would have been smiling he would have been dazzling. ‘What was I thinking?’ “I’m good. Sorry about that. I was going to wave goodbye before leaving.”

“No offense,” the man turned back to the party, “I don’t think anyone is going to notice,” he gestured back to the living room.

He was right. Everyone was totally wasted and was acting quite inappropriate. “Let’s go!” I grabbed his wrist and pulled us through the door and out onto the porch.

The cold air burned my face. Thankfully it would cover up my embarrassment.

“Umm?” The man lifted his wrist with me still gripped on. “Can you..”

‘How embarrassing.’ I released his wrist and righted my coat around me. I was colder than I had anticipated. “Not your scene either?” ‘Another dumb question captain obvious…’

“Not really. But I’ve got to get home to make dinner,” he started towards his car.

I don’t know why, but I followed him. I even got to his passenger side door and just stood there.

“What? Umm. Okay. Do you want to come my place for dinner,” he must have thought I was insane.

But I was going for it! The last time I met a non patient or non coworker was…I can’t even think of a time. And it feels like I’m supposed to go. “Sure!” I opened the door and hop into my seat.

…

Realizing now why he had to get home to make dinner. He is a single dad and his two year old daughter will only eat his food.

It was adorable when we walked in the front door; a tiny body came sprinting for him, screaming “Daddy!” As he scooped her up she saw me and smiled first, then waved. She reached for me, I looked toward the man, that I didn’t even know his name, and he passed her wiggly body to me. Probably a test. But sure to his surprise I scooped up and cradle her into my arms and took her towards her toys. I love kids. And this little girl was adorable. She must look like his ex-wife. I grabbed an elephant and tiger and started a game of noises.

“Are tacos okay?” He asked me making me jump. Remembering where I was. I perched myself up on my knees, “I…uh. Yes. Tacos. Tacos sound great.” ‘Smooth. Super smooth.’

He just chucked and started back towards the kitchen.

“What your name by the way? Mine is Jessica,” I couldn’t just keep calling him, him or he in my mind.

“Edward,” he called over his shoulder entering the kitchen.

‘Edward. Good nice name. It fits him, in the short time I’ve known him. Edward.’

“Do you mind getting the plates out. The food is done, but I’ve got to run to the restroom. You good watching Ellie?” Edward started to back up towards a hallway.

“No problem! You go. I’ve got this,” I stood from the floor where Ellie was still playing the zoo game. Edward disappeared down the hallway. ‘ Plates. Where would plates be?’ Movement in the corner of my eye, I turned to see a small hand grab for the hot skillet on the stove. “Ellie!” I shriek as I covered her tiny body with mine.

I couldn’t really see straight. My back was sizzling though. The meat scattered the floor, the skillet clanged to the ground, and all the blazing grease seared my exposed back and arms.

I uncovered myself from over Ellie’s body. She was squirming to get away from me, but she was unharmed. Thankfully.

I don’t know what I was thinking, but I knew I wasn’t going to pass out from pain in a strangers house. I gathered up my coat and purse and left the once inviting front door. I stumbled down the sidewalk, trying to find my phone. I managed to dial 911 when my legs finally gave out. I collapsed face first into the side yard that was covered in thick snow.

“Hello? What is your emergency? Hello?”

No words were forming. I was in so much agony as I rolled onto my back. A scream escaped me when the snow touched my burns.

“Hello? Miss? Please answer!”

Darkness was the only thing I could see, until I could see nothing at all. I passed out to someone saying they were on the way.

…

Edward

I was at the gas station when an announcement came over the loud speaker telling everyone about the Taco Tuesday coming up. Tacos. It shouldn’t, but tacos just pissed me off now. Jessica. The woman who I invited back to my home; which is so unlike me, and then she made a huge mess, left my daughter alone, and fled from my house.

When I had come back into the kitchen I saw the meat everywhere. The skillet on the ground. Ellie was screaming her lungs off by the front door. I had only been gone a few minutes. Maybe Jessica wasn’t a kid person. Maybe she didn’t like meat. Maybe she didn’t like that I had an ex. Maybe…the list went on and on. But I had hoped she was different. Because Ellie still asks about her; it’s been almost eight months and she still asks for the lady with the zoo noises.

But after that night I didn’t run into her again. I had hoped for an explanation, but that wasn’t an option when you never meet.

Instead. I’m here at the gas station angry at an announcement for tacos.

“Hey! Edward right,” a man called from behind me.

I turned to see, what’s his name? Jackson. That’s it, “hey Jackson. Haven’t seen you for maybe, what?”

“A few months. Since that early Christmas party. It’s been a hot minute. What you up to? And anything happen with that girl you left with? I saw you head out early.”

“Nothing to report. I guess she wasn’t into me. She bailed before the meal,” reliving that awful day once again.

“Dude. Huge bummer. Well it’s her loss. Ellie’s got to be huge now right?”

“Yeah. She almost three now. Speaking of which, does your hospital have any new pediatricians. Ellie hasn’t liked any of the current ones.”

“Yeah. Actually one of my good friends just transferred over to pediatrics. You should try her out. She’s actually a natural with kids, even though it was not her original career. But she’s been totally booked. How about this. I’ll talk to her today at my shift, get you an appointment, and I’ll text you the info. That work?”

“I appreciate it man. That’s for the hassle. I’ll treat you to meal one of these days,” I shake Jackson’s hand.

“No problem at all, dude. I’ll catch you later. My shift is starting soon,” he headed to the exit. “Any day and time work?”

“Yeah. I can work around it. Thanks,” I saw Jackson leave and jet to his vehicle.

Jackson wasn’t kidding. Sitting in this lobby is like some concert is about to start. It was cram packed full. I was amazed that Jackson was able to sneak us in; the check in lady said we are lucky to have gotten an appointment so last minute. Ellie hadn’t been seen in about eight months, just because she really hates the doctors, and I’ve been so busy. Single parenting is difficult.

“Ellie Martin,” a nurse called out into the sea of people.

“Here! I stood and scrambled through the people towards the door. Ellie latched onto my neck; knowing what was coming.

“Hello, Mr. Martin. You are our mystery walk in. How do you know Dr. Kallen?”

“I don’t. I know Jackson Hensley; he was able to get me this appointment,” I followed the nurse into the room.

“Come here little one, I need to give your arm a hug,” the nurse coaxed little Ellie to unlatch herself from my neck. But Ellie did comply.

This was the first nurse that said arm hug. She must be an excellent nurse to children. “Do you work with Dr. Kallen? Jackson tells me she is phenomenal with kids.”

“Yes. I’m Dr. Kallen’s nurse, Halley. She’s taught me many tricks, like the arm hug, to comfort distressed children. Jackson let us know that Ellie was not a fan of this place, so we are trying to go above and beyond where that won’t be an issue for you, anymore. Okay Ellie now time for me to try and see the rainbows in your ears. Is that okay with you?”

Ellie nodded greatly and sat perfectly still on my lap while the nurse checked her ears. Very considerate. Very professional. Now I understand why Jackson suggested her, but also why the lobby is packed.

“Well everything looks great so far,” Nurse Halley gathered up her binder. “Dr. Kallen will be in shortly. I will say, expect a quick appointment today since you were squeezed it. But Ellie looks perfect, so you shouldn’t worry,” and she left the little room.

‘Short appointment, I’m good with that. Ellie will be happy too, even though this is most relaxed she has ever been in a doctor’s office. A knock disturbed my thoughts, “come in.”

“Hello Mr. Martin, what seems to be the issue today?”

Time froze. There in front of me stood Jessica. The same woman who had disappeared. She was standing in front of me once again. I wanted to bolt from the office, but Ellie recognized Jessica right away. She practically jumped off my lap and ran into Jessica’s legs hugging her. “Zoo lady,” she squealed with excitement. ‘How was I supposed to deny my daughter a doctor she actually liked.’

She looked the same as that night. Only that night she had been wearing a shirt showing her shoulders, and now she wore a turtleneck and doctor coat. She still looked just as elegant as that night.

“Ah. Well this is unexpected. Hello Edward,” she smiled in my direction, “we meet once again. And hello Ellie! Can you tell me why you are here today?”

“Check Up!” Ellie yelled with excitement. Jumping in place waiting for Jessica to give her all her attention.

“Ahh! Big girl! You’ve gotten so much bigger since the last time I saw you!”

A flicker of something flew across her face. It seemed like a split second of pain, but why would she think of pain when she thought of that night. She’s the one that left. I cleared my mind, because I wanted to watch my daughter enjoy at least one doctor appointment in my life.

And it was an enjoyable appointment. Jessica was truly great with kids. This was the first time that Ellie was actually giggling and laughing while the doctor examined her. Usually it was constant screams or latching hugs.

“Well. Edward. I mean…Mr. Martin. Ellie is in perfect health. I’m not seeing anything by to be concerned about. Did you need anything else from me today?”

‘Yeah. Of course I did. Why did you leave? Why did you not say anything? Why haven’t I seen you since that night?’ But I didn’t. If she didn’t feel the need to clarify, then I didn’t need to bother her with a string of questions. I would just ignore that day, like it never happened. “Nope. I think we are all good.” I scooped Ellie back onto my lap.

“Okay…well then I’ll send Halley back in here with the exit papers. Nice to see you again, Ellie,” she waved at the now squirming and fussing Ellie, that wanted to continue to spend time with Jessica. “Goodbye, Edward,” and she exited the room.

I really didn’t want things to just end like that. But if she didn’t mention that night, why should I be the only one to bring it up.

Halley returned and handed me the exit papers. Gave Ellie a sticker of a kitten and left the room with the door wide open.

This was the end. I gathered up the now sleepy Ellie and left the little room, the lobby, and enter back into reality…

I really felt crappy leaving the way I did. I still wanted things to be resolved. The idea that I could move past it was a joke. While holding the sleeping Ellie in my arms, I paused in front of the wall of physicians. There in the row of pediatrics was Jessica. Her smile just beamed with joy.

“Did you hear about Jessica Kellen’s process of changing careers?” A couple doctors stopped just next to me, probably glancing at her picture too. Her face stood out amount all the faces on the wall.

“What do you mean? I thought she’s always been in pediatrics?” the companion answered.

“No. She actually was training to be a surgeon. But due to an accident several months ago she had to put her residency on hold to heal from her injuries, and then switch careers because she fell behind, and her level of skill was lost.”

“Wow. Really. I always thought she chose pediatrics. She is a whiz with kids.”

“Yeah. But no. She chose to be a pediatrician because she loves kids; and to her it seemed like the best fit. Have you seen the scars though? She is one tough doctor to have survived those levels of burns. I heard that the EMS found her lying passed out in the snow with snow glued to her burns, when they arrived. My mentor treated her that day; and he found out it happened to protect a small child. My mentor said that if those burns had happened to a child, that the child would have most likely passed away due to the pain. It’s crazy!”

I knew without knowing. “What happened to Dr. Kallen,” I turned to the two men beside me, “what happened!?”

…

Jessica

That was not what I was expecting for my mysterious appointment, that Jackson had set up. Edward sitting in that room. Staring at me. I can’t blame him. I disappeared that night. Then I was recouping in the hospital for a few weeks. Then I was scrambling to figure out my new path because my burns left me with some nerve damage that hinders my hands. But his stare tore into me. He looked good though. He hasn’t changed a day since I met him, whereas I…

“Dr. Kallen, you ready to head out?,” Halley popped her head into my office, “There hasn’t been any more walk-ins for the last hour. The next shift is showing up in ten minutes?”

“Sounds good, Halley. I’ll pack up slowly and wait for the next shift. You go ahead and head out for the night. I’ve got this.”

“You sure. We could leave together. I’m meeting up with a large group of friends. We are going to attempt karaoke. You could totally crash the festivities with me. You might meet someone, maybe…” Halley winked at me.

My hand stopped on my journel, “No thanks. I’ve got a nice quiet night planned out. Have fun though. See you tomorrow.”

Halley sighed but nodded her head. “Okay. Have fun on your quiet night!”

The thought of finding someone new was impossible to me. Not so much the scars, but that’s a factor, because they are horrific on back and shoulders. Then trying to explain another man about how it happened; I saved the child of a man that I was interested in. I forever scarred myself for people who were never even mine. I saved a child, but some men might never believe I’ve given up on that man because I was willing to scar myself.

And I don’t think I have given up on Edward. Seeing him today stirred back up all those butterflies from that night. But how he looked at me, I don’t think he will ever forgive me for just leaving. But Ellie was just as adorable as that night. If I can just be a constant stable doctor for Ellie, that can be enough. It will have to be enough.

“We are here, Dr. Kallen,” Dr. Sofia disturbed my thoughts.

“Oh right. Sorry. Long day,” I’ll get out of here,” just as a grabbed my last notebook and stuffed it all into my side bag, “See you.” Exiting from the office I did my ritual stretch, only to be met by Edward’s gaze…

“Edward!? What are you still doing here?” I stopped my stretch and rushed towards him, checking his surroundings, “Is Ellie okay?”

He didn’t say anything. He just stared at me. But his eyes drifted down from my eyes and to my shoulder.

‘He knew.’ As if instinctively, I covered my shoulder with my hand. Only he could do this to me. Make me feel self conscious about my burn. Also he was the only one to make my face flush with embarrassment about it. I don’t know why I thought throwing my jacket on would hide it away, but he grabbed my arm just as I tried.

“No. Show me.” He again stared into me.

‘I couldn’t do that. No one had seen.’ Only the doctor who healed me knew what a horrific sight it was. I didn’t even show my parents because I feared they would worry. Now a man, this man, wanted to see. I didn’t want to show him.

“Please Jessica. Show me. I need to know what you endured when you protected my daughter. I need to see what could have happened to her if you had not been there. I need to see, to utterly apologize to you for thinking you just left her. I…”

“Okay.” I don’t know why I agreed. Maybe I wanted him to know all those answers. But maybe because it was him. That he was the one that could see, because it was Edward. It didn’t make sense to me either, but I was willing.

“Where?” Edward let go of my arm only to hold my hand. He glanced around us, probably looking for a secluded place.

I squeezed his hand back, “my place. I don’t want anyone to see. I don’t want…”

Edward dragged me to the elevator. once inside he pressed for the garage floor, “did you drive?”

I shook my head. I don’t think I could muster up words. I was focused on the now dread of actually showing him my scars, but also the fact that he was holding my hand. His hands were larger than mine, my hand seemed to disappear into his.

“Good.” The door dinged and he was pulling me to his car.

Jessica

Standing in my living room with all the windows covered, and I am terrified. I was confident and brave at the hospital, because it wasn’t real yet. But now, standing here, with Edward behind me, I’m terrified. I feel exposed even though I’m wearing multiple layers. My scars seem to be burning once again from being the focus. “Maybe, we can do this another time. I don’t know if I…”

Edward stepped up and hugged me.

‘He was hugging me. My has hugging my back!’ Only because he hadn’t seen them. He will probably never hug me again once he knows. Once he sees. I stiffen in his arms, even though all I want to do is relax into his chest.

“Relax, Jessica.” Edward whispers into my ear, before he rests his forehead on my shoulder. “Nothing will ever change my mind,” he released his hands, gripped my waist and turned me around to face him. “Please. Let me see. I want to understand. I want to know what you did to save my daughter. I heard people say today, that if you hadn’t protected her with your body, my daughter would have probably died. I need to know how you saved her.” He was looking at me.

Not my shoulders, not my arms. But me. A tear escaped. It trickled down my cheek and rested on my chin. I was hoping what he said was true. That he would still feel the same after he saw…what happened. I stepped away from him, and removed my jacket. I turn my back to him, gripping at the hem of my shirt. “Close your eyes, I’ll tell you when I’m ready.” I still felt exposed. But I wanted to be the one to allow him to see, not hear the gasp or shock as I removed my shirt. It just felt easier and better this way.

“Okay.”

I trusted that Edward would close his eyes. I removed my outer shirt completely. My tank top was all that remained, but that was enough. He would see the gist of what happened. I wasn’t ready to be completely exposed in front of anyone. My scars were more apparent to me than they ever had been. I could feel all the marks, definitions, lumps, and bumps. I could feel everything. ‘Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.’

“It’s okay Jessica. Don’t be afraid. Nothing will change,” Edward spoke before I could back out.

‘Just do it!’ “Okay. Look,” and I waited for the shock.

Edward.

I was shocked. The moment I opened my eyes and saw her back I was shocked. I can understand her hesitation to showing me. Her back was reds, browns, and pinks. The colors bled together creating a splashed look on her back. I could see the burns from the meat pieces. I could see the burns from the grease. The skillet. But it wasn’t just her back; it was her shoulders, arms, and wrists. ‘She protected Ellie. She got so severely hurt for Ellie. My Ellie. My Ellie is safe and alive, because this woman I barely know saved her with her body.’ I stepped up and hugged her once again from behind. This woman who would against everything save my daughter. This wonderful, beautiful woman, came accidentally came into my life. Or maybe it was God’s design. That I was supposed to end one relationship to find the one for me. A woman who I can see myself loving. I hugged her.

Jessica

‘He’s hugging me!’ He was hugging me, and touching my back. He was touching my scars. He didn’t gasp or anything. He was silent, but now he is touching me! I stiffened at his first touch, but I’ve finally relaxed into his embrace. I feel safe there. I feel accepted there. I feel right.

We stood there maybe another few minutes before he once again turned me towards him. I looked up into his face; I need to see what he felt in this moment.

All I saw was warmth in his face. A genuine smile. Almost a living gaze. I smiled. But I’m sure my face turned red, because how he was looking at me made me blush. I never thought someone would ever look at me like that again. A look of wanting.

Edward chuckled. He cupped the back of my head, and pulled me once again into a hug; his other hand wrapping around my waist.

I in turn wrapped my arms around his waist, and settled my head into the nape of his neck. We stood there. Accepting each other as we are.

.-.-.-Two Years Later.-.-.-.

Jessica

Sitting on the couch with my back to Ellie, as she draws on my back. This has become a normalized thing in this house. Ellie, loves it.

Edward had insisted on showing Ellie my scars. I was not sure, but he wanted her to see how much I loved her. He had said, “that’s how some woman throughout the world receive scars, by saving children.” But unexpectedly, as soon as Ellie saw my back; she ran to her room. I had thought the worst, until she came sprinting back into the room again with her bucket of markers.

“You have a pretty tree on your back. I want to draw pretty flowers and leaves on it!” Ellie squealed with delight as she climbed back up onto the couch.

So on all my days off, when I come over to the Edward’s home, I sit with my back to Ellie as she happily draws flowers, leaves, birds, cats, and so on.

“That looks great, Ellie!” Edward came into the room and rests a hand on my shoulder.

“Move Daddy! You are ruining my art. Go sit next to her,” Ellie removes Edward’s hand from my shoulder and shoos him away from my back.

“I can’t believe I was booted,” Edward’s sits down in front of me. Glancing again at Ellie before resting on my face.

I still blush when he looks at me. He looks at me with much desire. ‘I love this man.’ We’ve been dating almost two years now. And I know wholeheartedly, I love this man.

“Jessica,” Edward pulls me from my thoughts. “Would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

‘What!?!’ It was true. He just asked me to marry him, because he was holding a ring in front of me. I nodded. “Yes! Yes of course. Of course I’ll marry you,” I flung my arms around his neck; and kissed him. My dreams were coming true!

“Mama! You ruined my dragon,” Ellie exclaimed!

‘Mama?!?’ I let go of Edward and turned to look at the smiling but also frustrated Ellie. I was so happy that I pulled her into a hug as well. “Sorry, baby girl. I’ll hold still now for you okay?” I pulled away, turned back to Edward, and sat as still as possible for the little artist who had begun again.

I looked at the man in front of me. The man who has truly accepted me. The man who loved me unconditionally. This time I smiled with openly pink. I was so happy to have found my family, on this crazy journey. As Edward had mention two years ago; this is the path God had planned, for me to find my perfect man.

The End

Definitely!

Has your idea of what makes a good friend changed as you’ve gotten older?

Think back to your childhood…

A child runs up, “do you like puppies!?”

You answer, “yes!”

Best of friends! So simple.

Next, think like eight years old.

A kid runs up, “I’m eight years old, how about you!?”

“I’m eight too!”

Run off excitedly together! Still so simple.

Then…teenage…

….“Sup.”….

….“Sup.”…..

Friends. Haha! It seemed that way for me. We were the same age. Same sport. Same interests. You just seemed to be friends if you were both teenagers and you had similar interests. At least for me where my friend circle was my swim team.

Now, the twenties. The discovering yourself years. You don’t really know anything about yourself until you are an adult paying bills, rent, car, fuel, etc. But for me it wasn’t really making friends. It was keeping friends. By Twenty, you know if you are going to stay friends. More things need to line up. Faith, lifestyle, social settings, morals, location. I think I kept one friend. And as I said in previous posts, seemed like God kept me around non believers….so it was hard to spend time with them, since our lives did not match up.

You become picky at twenty.

My years…thirties.

I think I now choose friends with my kids in mind.

Will I like these adults around my kids? Will I like them around my husband? Will they help me in my spiritual growth as a Christian? Will they encourage my kids in their spiritual growth? Will they help me to be a better wife?

Will I desire to form friendships with these people for future days? I’ve discovered, I’m a terrible friend. I don’t think to reach out to people unless it’s a holiday or birthday. Something like that. But with my current state of life that’s all I can do. Or the once a month moms group meet up. I’m actually looking forward to the one coming up.

So definitely for me my way of making friends has drastically changed.

But I think if I walked up to a woman and asked, “do you like cake?”

And she says, “of course!”

I would probably be her friend. Haha!

Enjoy your Monday.

Journey With Cookbooks #29

I haven’t done one of these in a while. But this one isn’t from a cookbook. But I’ve made it several times and it’s a passed down recipe.

Easiest Applesauce!

First quarter the apples. Remove just enough of the cores for no seeds.

I just took my 5 squishy Fuji apples and got 4 nice honey crisps apples and mixed them. Honey crisps were cheaper than fuji yesterday…awesome! But weird…

Add water. Leave about 1 1/2” from the top so that when it boils you don’t make a mess. Believe me I have. Haha!

To be honest. This is actually 8 3/4 apples. The honey crips looked so delicious that I split a quarter with my kiddos.

Place lid on. Turn to medium-high heat. And start timer for 30min.

When it begins to boil teeter the lid so that some steam can escape.

Memory Lane: Realizing my pot lid is a bit smudgy. We got this pot from my husband’s grandparents good friend. So I’ve had it about ten years. It’s a great pot!

Once timer goes off. Turn off heat. And straighten the l lid and keep covered at least 1 hour. You can wait as long as you want. I think today I started the applesauce at 2:30pm and finally milled it at 6:30pm.

Next. Mill

I already took some apples out, but this is what they should look like. You will get the most applesauce this way.
Use a slotted spoon to move apples. I like the old school mill. It’s what my mom had; it has memories.

When you let the apples sit, it helps them to break away from the peels. It makes the milling process so easy. And you get so much more applesauce this way!

That’s all the waste.

I didn’t dump out anything. This was all that was not used in all of those apples. Another big thing was it took me 6min to mill all the apples.

Look at all that applesauce!! So yummy!

Sadly we didn’t get to eat anything today. I froze it all in 2 1/2 cup amounts. I made 9 cups of applesauce!!

When winter hits and apples become more expensive, we will have applesauce made up already. Planning ahead. 😏

And you can definitely add sugar and cinnamon. You add it into the milled applesauce. It will still be warm enough to melt. My kiddos just don’t need any more extra boosts. I don’t know the measurements. Maybe sprinkle until you think it’s good…or ask google. Haha! Or you could sprinkle personal amounts on your personal bowl of applesauce when you go to eat it.

But I just wanted to share the simplicity of this recipe. With the trick I have figured out through the years.

Funny enough it was an accident. In the past… I had boiled the applesauce around 10am. And I left it on the stove. Got busy, and completely forgot about it. I think I remembered it around 6pm…it was cooled but it milled easily. And I got the most applesauce that day.

Have a great Saturday!

We are going to decorate for Christmas early!

10 Photos

11-03-26

Share a few recent shots from your camera roll, no context needed.

#1 I think my daughter got a hold of my phone and took this. Haha!
#2 A painting I started about 2 weeks ago. I haven’t done much to it since.
#3 I’m realizing that most of my pictures are of my kids. But again. I think someone got a hold of my phone…
#4 1st day of one of my newest paintings. I’m really loving it. Sky and trees!
#5 It’s Fall! I love living somewhere where the trees change color.
#6 Saw this on Pinterest and thought the idea was awesome 😎
#7 Clouds. I like clouds!
#8 Beneath a tree…
#9 Same tree. Just extra happy
#10 I made thin mints. But I didn’t want to do all the work, so I made them squares. So easy and still so delicious 🤤

I skipped the pictures of my kids and art I’ve posted. But I did the last 10 pictures I took. Very interesting and different.

Enjoy your Tuesday ❤️

Short story 24

“She said what?” I was completely blindsided as we went for our pre bedtime walk.

“Dad said, that mom said she is afraid for her safety while you are there at the house.”

“What?! What does that even mean,” I was at a loss.

Yes, living with our in laws was never my decision. When we moved down here we had meant to stay in our tiny home. But due to mold, that quickly resulted in us homeless. So we were in preparation to move back home, however, surprisingly enough our in laws invited us into their home. I was not a fan of the idea, but I was willing to make it work so that my husband could change his career.

And yes, it was a struggle. But I worked with her. I worked around her schedule. I worked with her nitpicking attitude. I worked with her condescending tone. I went above and beyond to accommodate and respect that this was her home. But now to find out after seven months of living uncomfortably and stressed out, she randomly decides that she wants us out of the house because she’s afraid of me. I’m at a total loss.

About to speak my mind, Hank inturpts me, “I know. I know. It’s completely ridiculous. She just wants us gone. And she had to make up something drastic enough that Dad would gently tell us we need to leave.”

“Yeah,” I was fuming, “She can’t be the bad guy and tell the truth; no she had to lie to her husband and make him the bad guy. And make me the bad guy. Does she not realize how I’ve been living. Does she not understand that everything I’ve been doing is because she can’t compromise!” I was screaming this in my head, but I let it come out controlled and calm, because our children’s ears were around us.

“She asked for no toys to be visible in the house. That she wanted everything to be clean and neat. Which I did. All toys and chaos was in our room.” Mind you a back room with only a bathroom. “But I did that,” even after all my sacrifices and accommodations…

“Yeah. Funny thing about that one,” Hank cut in, “she claims that you don’t want her to be around the children because you don’t let them play in the house.” Hank chuckled.

“How am I supposed to let them play in the house, when toys are not allowed, yelling is not allowed, running is not allowed, let’s be honest our son is not allowed.” Not a laughing matter. Because it was true. My daughters were allowed to be playing, dancing, singing, giggling, but my son was not allowed and seemed almost not welcomed. ‘So was I supposed to listen to her demands and alienate my son…? Of course not! She didn’t want his high energy, so they stayed in the room to play. Siblings stick together.’

“She wanted a clean spotless kitchen; so I have been spending a good portion of my day doing what she asked. But it’s nitpicked. I’m not cleaning up their dishes. I’m only doing the bare minimum. I’m spending about three hours of my day cleaning the kitchen,” all my feelings were surfacing. All my emotions from these seven months have been bottled, and now are flowing downstream.

“But why does she say that she is afraid of me? That makes no sense to me at all?”

“What Dad was saying, mind you I’m just the messager; I don’t support or agree with anything they are saying,” Hank reassured me. “She feels like you don’t like her. You’re bullying her out of her home. You don’t talk with her, enough. I think she just doesn’t understand that, that is your normal personality.”

“That I’m an introvert,” I laughed because that statement explained it all. “I wonder if this all just steams from the fact that she doesn’t like introverts. Charles is an introvert, and she has always had issues with your sister’s husband. I think she just doesn’t associate with introverts enough to know that unless we feel the need to talk we won’t. Unless I’m asked something I’m not going to engaged in gossip or meaningless conversation. Your mom likes to gossip about everyone, including you and your dad; and I don’t find a desire to do that. I’ll give it to her, I’m not a huge fan of her either, but I’m at least civil. I’ll be polite, courteous, etc, but lately I’ve been feeling so depressed and stressed that I prefer to just stay in the room. Venturing out into the house can just open a can of worms that I don’t want to deal with.”

“Yeah. She has been getting more and more ridiculous. And the fact the Dad has to come talk to me, is annoying. Just say what you need to say to my face. But then it’s her having an issue with us, not your issue with her. I’m just so tired and done of the drama from her,”

I glanced towards Hank and he seemed to have aged five years in a conversation. ‘My poor husband.’

“I think we should really work at going home. Even if we are homeless up there. Even if I don’t have a job. I think it will be better for us to be struggling up there, than being slowly suffocated here.” Hank continued to push the stroller.

That thought terrified me. Being homeless with three kids, but the thought of not living here, was more appealing. You know things are bad when you will be purposely homeless to escape a living situation.

.-.-.-Three Months Later-.-.-.

“What!? They said what!?” I stopped washing the dishes to look at Hank.

He was laughing holding his phone, “they have asked if they could come up for Christmas.”

“HA!” I laughed out loud and loudly. It was hilarious. We moved up back home and have been living peacefully for two months. And now, the in-laws that so desperately wanted us gone, want to visit. The in-laws that made eight months of my life the worst I’ve ever felt, want to come here. My mother-in-law that said she is afraid to be around me, wants to enter my domain and see me. “This is ridiculous right, it’s not just me?!”

“Yeah. It’s pretty ridiculous. They made it truly awfully to live there. They made me so angry with how they treated you, our kids, and even myself. And now they’ve forgotten everything or twisted the past and want to come see us. Dad even said that he misses us and wonders why we had to leave. It is pure ridiculousness.”

“She said she’s afraid of me. If you are truly afraid of someone you don’t ask to be invited into their home. Like I’m afraid of my dad; I’m not going to call him up and ask if I can come to his home for the holidays. Being afraid of someone you feel suffocated to be in the same room as them, let alone, in their home. His home would be worse, because he has the higher ground, if something was to happen. Did she forget that she said that about me. How can she say something so hurtful, and then pretend nothing happened; that all is sunshine and rainbows.” Hank scooped me up into a hug; he understood me.

“So what do you want to do. I didn’t say yes or no. I wanted to ask what my beautiful other half thought.”

‘I didn’t know what I thought. I wanted to say no, because of the turmoil and sadness they caused me. But was that selfish of me? These last two months I’ve worked through my anxiety towards them. The thought of them being here doesn’t send me into panic mode. But I do know that I don’t want to have one and one time with her yet. I want Hank to be present the whole time. But is that wrong of me to put all of that on him? We need him to work extra shifts; if I say he needs to be home, then he will be stressed about supporting the family. I know that my kids would love to see them. I wish it was my mom, but that’s not feasible right now. We did the right thing and kept all the drama and hurtful things they did to us from our kids. They don’t need it in their lives.’

‘But can I be selfish and say no? Would that be the Christian thing to do? You should forgive others, because God forgives you all the time, every day. It just still baffles me that she said three months ago that she was afraid to be in her own house with me. That doesn’t just magically go away. So it just goes to show, that she didn’t want me in her home anymore and she said whatever she needed to, to get us out. But then with that thought…do I want all that around my kids. She already brings out the worst possible attitude in my daughter. It’s actually horrifying to witness. So do I want my happy holiday to be filled with uncertainty? I was looking forward to a holiday with just my husband and kids. But again am I being selfish?’

‘Another factor is, I know my husband wants to see his dad. My father-in-law is a good man. But he is allowing his manipulative wife to control him, which makes him less of a good man. But he’s still Hanks dad. So can I selfishly deny my husband, spending time with his dad. Can I be selfish and deny my husband a relationship with his dad currently?’

This hug was a lot longer than I anticipated, but my thoughts were wrestling with me. Instead of suffering alone I voiced them to Hank.

“I totally get where you are coming from. And I don’t know what the answer is,” Hank loosened his hold on me and pulled me away to look in his eyes. “Yes, I can say I would like to see my dad, but I don’t know if I really want to after how he treated us. And now it is apparent that they believe it was all our fault. But for me the big one is do we deny our kids, to not have a chance to spend Christmas with their grandparents. When I was a kid, having family around on Christmas made it extra fun, but I was also looking forward to having a holiday just to ourselves. I didn’t want to be social. I wanted to be just a lump and enjoy the holidays the way we used to. I don’t know the answer either…” Hank pulled me back into his arms.

“They can come,” I felt God place that on my heart. “I want to be a better person. Forgiving someone even if they don’t truly deserve it, is the right thing to do. I don’t want to say no and this be a stain in our lives. Because they will twist it to being my fault and that I don’t want your mom here. And when our kids grow up and they asked me why Mema doesn’t like me, I can tell them honestly that I tried everything in my power to make that not the case. I don’t want there to be something Mema could use or say in the future that she then won’t have to accept her actions. I don’t know if this is the right thing to do, but this is what I’m feeling right now in my heart. And when you don’t listen to the Holy Spirt, things happen. So they can come,” I released my tension into Hanks arms. He caught me.

“Okay,” Hank cradled me closer. “You won’t be in this alone. As much as possible, I will be home while they visit. And if I’m not, they can spend that day going out themselves to explore. We are not going to magically change our habits because they are here; they are grown ups and they can spend some time to themselves. I’ll try and make their visit as least stressful as possible for you.”

My body melted farther into his embrace. My safe haven was his arms. He was my rock in all moments of life. “I love you,” I whispered into his neck.

“I love you too. As our son always says, I love you from the moon and back.” Hank kissed my cheek and continued to hold me.

No matter what happens in our lives, hugs and love from this man can get me through it all.

.-.-.The End.-.-.

“Fall Stroll”
Acrylic Swatch
By: emily2jane
10-25-26

Don’t Date Young

What’s one thing you know now that would have saved your younger self a lot of pain?

No teenager listens to their parent’s advice. “Don’t date young.” I wish I had listened. But also I’ve learned so much now that I will definitely tell my daughter. Like…

Don’t date without the intention of marriage.

If you have this mindset, then you know already that fifteen is too young to date. You can’t get married any time soon.

So maybe be good friends with the intention to date when age appropriate. But you can still do several of the parts. Spend time with each families. Get to know friend circles. Spend time doing activities. Go to church together. But do all this without the contact of dating.

This is something all young girls need to know. Get to know the guy. Take the time to really know him. The first guy to approach you might not be the one. (Some are lucky). But most, he’s not.

Crushes are the way to go. Have a crush on someone but don’t tell anyone. Write a diary. Because unless you have vault friends, the crush always finds out.

Find a guy that treats you as well as your dad does. This doesn’t work for all girls, myself included, but you can find a guy who is the complete opposite of your dad. Which I did! He cares about me, he listens to me, I can always get a hug, I can always confide in him. You can dream about the dance at your daughter’s wedding. (My Uncle danced with me on mine, that was a teary eyed surprise) You can dream about your dad approving of him, because you want your dad’s approval. (Again not me, but I’m dreaming these things for my kids. Because they will grow up with a great dad, and all these things can come true for them.)

That song lyric from ‘Cleaning This Gun’ “she’s her daddy’s girl, her mama’s world, she deserves respect, that’s what she’ll get,” is what I want for my daughters.

And my son has a great role model to look up to. He gets to see how his daddy treats his mama. He sees that daddy cares for me, loves me, helps me, hugs me, etc. The first example he will see of how he should treat a girl, then future woman.

My mom did tell me not to date early. I just was under peer pressure, and I dated because everyone else said I should. Peer pressure is the one good thing to grow out of.

Just take away from this: be friends with an intention to date; and date with the intention of marriage.

I’m not ready for my daughter to be so grown up, but I know it’s coming. So I’m trying to store up as much knowledge and an easy way to talk to her, because it’s coming. As much as my husband says it’s not going to happen; it will. Haha! So cute 🥰

Enjoy Your Friday!

Finished My Painting!

I finished my painting maybe a week ago. But what do you think? I’m loving it!! And amazingly enough it looks so much better in person than in a picture. Which makes me happy. 😊

“Last Light”
Oil Painting
By: emily2jane

If you remember the first day…

Pretty crazy the contrast!

Enjoy your Tuesday. Mine has already been a handful. making bagels and chicken currently. But already made banana muffins and still have to think of something for lunch and dinner. Haha 😂

Short Story #23

Katherine

“And what is your celebrity crush?” The MC thrusts the microphone into another woman’s face.

‘Why am I here?’ I know why I’m here, here. My husband is a groomsman in his friend’s wedding. I’m not in the wedding party, but I was invited as his plus one. Which is fine, its all good. It gave me a chance to wear a beautiful dress. But sitting here in the dining hall, at a table alone, because my husband has to sit with the wedding party; I’m questioning why I’m here.

The MC has been trickling between tables trying to break the ice. And the question he has been asking all the women present is, “who is your celebrity crush?” But I mean everyone; not just women who might appear single. But women who are obviously sitting next to the husbands or boyfriends. And the crazy thing to me is, these women are actually answering. “Brad Pitt, Chris Evan’s, Zac Efron, etc…” and the men they are next to don’t look anything like their so called crush.

It’s appalling to me. How could these women say these things in public, but most importantly in front of the men they love.

That MC better not come near me. Because I’m not going to play along. I’m going to say what needs to be said, and I will probably be asked to leave or I might just leave voluntarily.

Instead I watched in horror, as the MC walked right over to the bride and groom’s table and asked that awful question, “so bride, who is your celebrity crush?”

And she blatantly says, “Chris Hemsworth, of course!”

I looked right at the groom and he grimaced. Everyone knows what Hemsworth looks like; but the groom was nothing like him.

‘Poor guy.’ That groom is no longer going to enjoy his wedding; instead he is going to be debating on whether his bride truly loves him or not, or if she is settling.

This is why I’m wondering why I’m still here. Because I know what’s going to happen. And just as I had that thought, the MC shoved the microphone into my face.

“So pretty lady! Who is your celebrity crush?”

“No one.”

All talking and laughter silenced. All eyes were on me; which I truly despise. Why does God keep putting me in these situations?

“Come on! Don’t be shy. Who is it?” The MC kept getting closer and closer. Invading my space.

‘Don’t do it Katherine…’ I grabbed the mic from the MC, stood, and moved away from my chair. “Do you really think this is something you should be saying? Ladies. You are sitting next to your husbands, boyfriends, or potential ones, and you are saying you have a crush on someone else!? I can understand this behavior in high school, maybe even college. But the moment you started dating someone, you should have thrown out all ideas or crushes. The only crush you should have is your spouse or boyfriend. They should have all your affection and love.” I wasn’t done, but the eye rolls were starting.

“Let me ask you this, what if your man tonight said he had a crush on a celebrity. A woman who was in great contrast to you. Would you be giggling and laughing along? Would you be fine with the idea of your man looking and thinking about another woman? I surely wouldn’t. I would be constantly worried, terrified, and angry at myself for not being enough for him. That he had to look elsewhere with some of his affection or desires. Why is it that when a woman does this it’s innocent, but if a man does it he is cheating. It should go both ways.” I had said my piece. The look of annoyance and anger was beginning to appear on almost every woman in the room. I handed the mic back to the stunned MC, grabbed my purse and jacket, and made my way to the doors closest to me.

“Really no crush?” The MC yelled out to me.

I was pissed. But sure I’ll answer, I turned around and with a huge smile on my face, “Nathaniel Carter. If he ever becomes famous in the future,” I didn’t wait for anything and I left that unfortunate celebration.

As grand as my exit was; I couldn’t very well leave. My husband was still here, and I didn’t want to leave him stranded at this dreadful wedding. So instead I sat at the free bar, and had a practically fruit juice drink. Waiting somewhat patiently for my husband to be done.

…

“Dude. That’s the woman. The one who stood up for all us guys in there.” A couple of men had come out of the hall and spied the woman that caused a huge stir and uproar.

“Yeah. She was amazing! As soon as my girlfriend said her crush, I knew that my relationship was over. There’s no way I’m staying with someone who is looking elsewhere. There’s no way I can possibly live up to her unrealistic standard. Let’s go tell her that we are grateful for what she said.” They moved towards the courageous woman.

“Miss?” One man tapped the woman on the shoulder. she turned to look at him, but her face read that she was expecting backlash.

“Thank you. What you said really got through to my wife tonight. She realized that she was wrong for joining into the game. That what you said really gave her insight to my perspective. So thank you so much.”

Shock was on my face. I was so surprised that I actually made a difference with my outburst, in someone’s life.

“Yes. Thank you for what you said. The moment my girlfriend said she practically fantasizes about another guy, and was incredibly angry that you called out all the woman essentially. I knew that the relationship was over because our values didn’t line up. So thank you for saying what you said.”

I am so glad that someone appreciates the sacrifice I made tonight. Because it was truly a sacrifice. These people would never want me around again. Another friend circle gone. But honestly, I didn’t think anyone here would have been my friend. Considering, we also went to the wedding of the brother of this groom. At that wedding, the bridesmaids and friends of the bride were truly unkind to me. They mocked me for being a “plain Jane” also that I was simple, quiet, and boring; all said through whispers. At least I knew going into the wedding, my husband would be my only companion for that evening.

So I was quite surprised and truly happy that my outburst helped someone tonight. I gestured to the seats next to me; and the men took up residence next to me.

…

Nathaniel

“What happened? I left to use the restroom, and when I came back everyone was growling and some people were glaring at me. What did I miss?” Nathaniel sat back in his seat. He glanced to the table where Katherine was sitting, and was confused at why she wasn’t there staring back at him.

“Bro. Your wife is a truly amazing woman. She just says what needs to be said, and doesn’t care about the repercussions. She caused a major shift in the wedding.” He explained what had happened.

I chuckled once he finished. ‘That’s my Kathy. Always standing up for the little guy.’ She has always spoken when someone needed to be jolted back to reality. She believes that this is what God uses her for. I looked out into the room. Several seats were empty. Actually most of the men were gone from the room. So hopefully what she said helped people tonight.

However, I knew all too well that she was probably hiding somewhere just waiting to leave. Because every time she questions people, she always loses them.

“Jasper, I’m going to go search for my wife, want to tag along?” Nathaniel grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his chair as he stood.

“Sure. The atmosphere in here has fizzled. I don’t really want to be present for some of the backlash or drama,” Jasper too stood grabbing his belongs.

We exited to the doors and I was astonished at the sight we saw as we came to where the free drinks were. There stood a massive crowd of men; and they all stood around a figure I knew completely, my wife. She was mesmerizing. She was laughing and smiling along with all the men around her. This was the first time my wife wasn’t hiding; instead she was glowing.

“Bro,” Jasper brought me out of my admiration for my wife, “your wife is incredible. She not only spoke up for the men; but she has actually captured the attention of all the men she defended. And is it just me or is she beaming?”

“She is.” I was so proud of my wife. So many times she has had these outbursts that need to be said; but they always have huge repercussions. She’s always alienated. It wears on her; it has been tearing her down. But she continues to speak up. So in this moment I have so much pride for my wife. That she is getting all this positive attention.

“Bro, I know you are dazzled by your wife, but are you not at all worried, with her being surrounded by all those men?” Jasper brought me out of my daze.

“She practically told everyone in that room that she was taken. And then that she loves only me; if what you told me was accurate.” I looked at Jasper and he nodded, “so no. I have nothing to worry about.”

Two men came out the doors behind us. “Jake don’t. She practically declared herself happily married. She’s not going to look twice at you,” a young man had grabbed the arm of another man now walking past us.

“So what. She was so attractive when she spoke earlier. And look,” he pointed over at the crowd, “she won’t even know what I’m thinking. With all those other men around her; they will be a great cover for me. I’ll slip in next to her, and start working my magic.” He wiped his friends off of him and started towards the bar.

“So…Nathaniel, are you still calm about all the attention your wife is getting,” Jasper turned away from the two men, but as he looked back, all he saw was Nathaniel’s back disappearing into the sea of men surrounding his wife.

…

Katherine

I didn’t expect this to happen. The first two men became four, then eight, then twelve, then twenty. To now, I have no idea how vast this crowd of men is. I didn’t expect my words to truly help so many relationships. About eighty percent of the men had come up to thank me. That their wives realized their mistakes and apologized. Sadly the other twenty were men that were planning on ending their relationships with their dates. Because their dates became angry at the men because they couldn’t take a “joke”. But I felt truly honored that I had helped.

But suddenly the good feeling left. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I knew it wasn’t my husband, I swirled in my chair to be met with a younger man staring at me intently. I didn’t trust those eyes.

Thankfully a hand came and swatted the unwelcome hand off my shoulder and grabbed my waist. I knew that touch. I turn and see my husband standing there. “Hubby!” I stood, but only to fall into my husband’s arms. My legs had gone numb.

Nathaniel

I caught my wife swiftly, but the sea of bodies surrounding her reacted to catch her too. I was grateful towards them, but I also didn’t want any other man touching her. Married or not; especially the not. “Thank you everyone for being so kind towards my wife tonight.” I cradle the almost sleeping Katherine in my arms. “But I think we should take our leave. My wife is slowly drifting off. Anyone know how much she had to drink?”

“We don’t know how much, but she was only drinking that,” they pointed to the bottle of the juice wine (what Kathy called it) that she always drank way too much and would get tipsy.

I shook my head and wrapped Kathy in her jacket, draped her purse around my neck, and scooped up my now snuggling wife. Kathy nestled her head into my neck.

I nod to the surrounding men, and leave the hall with my greatest treasure.

“I love you, Nathaniel,” Kathy whispers into my neck in her adorable drunk voice.

“I love you too,” I kiss her as we continue our trek to the car.

Digital Art By: emily2jane
10-05-26

Interesting.

If you had to switch lives with a fictional character for a week, who would you choose?

I thought this question was going to be easy. But I’m actually struggling to pick a fictional character. Like ten years ago I probably would have had an answer. aim a different person now. But at this moment I’m at a loss. But I know for a non fictional person. A person from our past.

Non fictional. Truth: Any person who was around Jesus. Someone just in the crowds listening to His teachings, seeing His miracles, watching Him among the people. How amazing and awesome would that have been!?!

Fictional: I’m truly struggling to pick one. Because I’m happy with my life. And I don’t want to have anyone else’s life. I guess, I would say I could spend a week as a princess from the live action Cinderella, Belle, or Jasmine. But just for the clothes! Cinderella’s wedding dress was so beautiful. Belle’s yellow dress, classic. All of Jasmine’s clothes were beautiful. So maybe I’ll be a side character that sneaks into the princesses’ room and tries on their clothes. Haha!

But the idea to be among the people watching Jesus is more exciting! Life changing and life inspiring!

Have a Wonderful Sunday ❤️

Lyrics

I recently heard when trying to write a song, you write a very descriptive scene or memory. Every moment and emotion captured.

Meeting My Now Husband.

…

This girl I see looking back at me,

Just wants to meet the man,

That God made for her to understand.

I do my hair,

I glance another stare.

If he doesn’t like me,

I’m done searching this sea.

Instead I travel the distance,

I go the mile,

Wondering if he will smile.

No confidence, no pride;

Trying to take all the past rejections in stride.

.

-Chorus-

I hope and care,

But should I dare?

Will he truly care?

Is he the one for me?

Will I ever be happy?

All I want is love that is true,

Please God! Let him be my something new!

.

My eyes cast down,

Why do I frown?

My fear is tenfold,

What if he treats me cold?

Few minutes early,

Inside I scurry.

Will he like what he sees?

Or will he just leave?

My phone blares into the still air,

The screen glows and shows.

He is here.

He’s outside! He’s waiting.

I walked right by him and he’s staying.

I step outside into the bright sunshine.

There he stands before me,

Truly handsome as can be.

.

-chorus-

I might just dare,

To hope and care.

He stares at me,

With smiles and curiosity.

God can I understand,

That he is the man in Your plan?

In this moment I’m happy,

Can this feeling be true?

Has love approached me through someone new?

.

No lies or deception,

He must be the exception.

His voice engulfs and embraces,

Not usually the cases.

Hours pass, but still he stays with me.

Can I believe he is the one to my future we?

Sun has fallen,

Homeward bound is callin’,

He offers a ride,

God reassures me no need to hide.

He so genuine and kind;

Already seems to read my mind.

This man takes the lead,

Planting a love seed.

At my door we stop,

Worried that this bubble of love might pop,

What should I do?

A kiss is too much, but a hug might just be too new.

Silence lingers between us two.

He takes control!

Side hug for the win in this strange ending pull.

.

-chorus-

No longer a dare,

More of a confirming pair.

My smile just beams,

Excited for the rushing love streams.

This is the man,

That God had planned.

Love that is true,

Comes right on cue.

My love story is starting new.

…

I don’t know if this could actually become an actual song, but that worked so well. Breaking down a story does wonders. Even if it’s just a poem. It was way easier for me to write about a real memory. I used my true emotions I felt in that moment. Probably why it flowed so easily.

This was a lot of fun. I’ll definitely do this again.

.-.-.-.

What some people don’t know, is I always thought about becoming a singer. I loved and still love to sing. I had thoughts about going through this with a singing coach. And actually pursing this idea. It occasionally would creep into my life through the years. But sadly I was discouraged or mocked.

An early memory I have is when I was maybe nine or ten years old. A child. Someone who should be confident and not self conscious yet. I think I was in the backyard of my childhood house. And I was just singing. Singing songs I loved. Just having fun singing. And my dad I guess heard me and said something like, “Maybe you should just focus on swimming. Something you are actually good at. Something that can give you a future. Let’s stop now so that the neighbors don’t have to listen.” Harsh. So harsh. I wasn’t belting or anything, I was just quietly singing to myself we while playing outside. My Dad has always been cruel with his words. But at the time I listened, mostly because I was more embarrassed. Now I realize that if I had, had a different hobby other than swimming I might have ruined his pride plan. He took great pride in my swimming abilities.

Another time, I remember when I was maybe thirteen. I wrote a song (I don’t remember any of it. But I was singing in my grandparents house. I have never been, but definitely I was not confident enough back then to sing in front of anyone. So I was just messing around trying to discover my sound. And my uncle came into the room suddenly saying something like, “hopefully you are not thinking about pursuing this. You sound awful,” and he fully laughed at me. Like full on mocking. It hurt me so much and made me extra self conscious. Even more so than I already was.

There were other small times too. Singing my heart in church and maybe missing a note and being gawked at. Singing obviously badly in the car, and I think my sister thought I sang like that normally, because she would always take the singing chances and tell me she was doing it for me. Trying to play a Christmas song while singing and my younger brother laughing at me.

I must say, for the times with my siblings, I don’t think they meant to be come off mean. I think my sister truly thought she was protecting me, because she knew I was so shy. And I think my brother was just at the age where he must make fun of sister. Programming of a teenage brother.

And I don’t know if I could have sang. Because of the embarrassing past memories and discouraging moments. I don’t know if I could have sung publicly.

Like even now. I can’t sing in front of people. Like I would love to sing in church. Or sing in the car with my family. But I think I terrifies me. My kids hear me sing, my husband occasionally, but not fully. I think the only person I have ever sung in front of was my older brother. I think I was sixteen. I remember he was playing Desperado by the Eagles on the piano and I sang along with him. There was no judgement, only encouragement. It was really nice, but now thinking about it, I was probably still holding back. But that’s a good memory.

I think I could do it if I could be anonymous. Like wear a mask or something. Or not face the camera. I think I could do that.

All to say. Don’t be discouraged. If people you know are awful and cruel, and say awful and cruel things to you, ignore them. And if you want to pursue something go for it. Living in a state of wonder or regrets will always make you wonder “what if?”

On that note…

Have a wonderful Thursday ❤️

Digital Art By: emily2jane
“Side Hug“
09-39-2026