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Happy Anniversary to my Love!

I have a husband sweet

he makes me feel complete

It was just a year ago today

we joined together on life’s way

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This year went by so fast

No question that we will last

I love you, David, with all my heart and soul

and the wonder of a newborn foal

never losing one another again is our goal

On us, nothing will take its toll

I’ll be loving you forever

our strong bond of marriage, nothing will sever

Happy Anniversary, Honey!

~~ Debb


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Friends Are Strangers…

English: All Friends Conference, London, 1920....

English: All Friends Conference, London, 1920. First of the World Conferences of the Religious Society of Friends (Quakers) Français : All Friends Conference, London, 1920. Première conférence mondiale de la Société religieuse des Amis (quakers) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

…that haven’t met yet.  I’ve heard that saying before and liked it immediately.   I never set out to live life thinking about friends and strangers like that, but believe that saying, I do.   Of course, you can’t be friends with everybody (nor would you want to), and you don’t want to treat your young children like friends because they need your boundaries and guidance and need a parent; but for the most part, I believe people do want to meet new friends.

I know, I know, some people are shy and aren’t outgoing.  People usually throw in “introvert” when talking about shyness — but for me that definition does not work.  On  a Meyers-Briggs test I scored smack dab in the middle (well, actually, one more point for the introvert side), and as you can tell from my blog, I am not a shy person.  But I am indeed introverted.   I get my peace and get centered when I can be alone with my thoughts – usually early morning.  While crowds of people are fine and even energizing for extroverts, they (crowds) make me tired.

But no matter what type you are – have you met a new friend today?


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Poetry Saturday: The Wedding

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THE WEDDING

Spiffy suit and tie
black dress shoes

Silky green dress
(the color of the sea and her eyes)
High-heeled sandals

A wedding ceremony
they will never forget

Bride walking up the aisle
to meet her groom

thinking “this is the joy
I’ve been waiting for”

Groom letting out a contented sigh
his sweetheart looks so beautiful

Forever starts today
because they are where they are meant to be

and with the one they are supposed to be with


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NaPoWriMo #20

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English: Uppercase and lowercase Greek letter wau (digamma), an archaic letter of the Greek alphabet. Times New Roman font alike. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

ALWAYS

He recalled the days back in college
before he went to the seminary
how he loved a sweet girl
how she gloriously turned his life upside down

He was in love with another
and planned to marry her
but the sweet girl was firmly in his heart
even though she had told him he had to choose between she and her

He graduated from pre-sem then
nevermore to see the sweet one
Sure, he continued to write to her for a short while
he couldn’t forget her smile
her warmth, her infectious laugh, her wit

One day he decided to become very transparent
but yet he was scared to admit he shouldn’t love her
He wrote her something Greek in one of his letters
surely she would never catch on, but at least he was able to state his feelings

The sweet girl of course had feelings for him too
took the letter to her minister so he could translate the Greek
the letter said “I will always love you”
and the love that was great between them was confirmed

Years went by and he married his first love
and the sweet girl found a husband that adored her
they live in different states
but even now she thinks of him fondly

Pictures from Debb

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Debb on left with cousin Mary, shortly after my cancer surgery.  The bulges under my shirt are from the drains that I lived with for 2 weeks...

Debb on left with cousin Mary, shortly after my cancer surgery. The bulges under my shirt are from the drains that I lived with for 2 weeks…

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Internet Glorious Sunrise

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I love this picture I found on the Internet!

I love this picture I found on the Internet!

When my old computer crashed a little while ago, I lost all my pictures. 😦  Now I was looking through my Facebook pictures and transferred a few to my computer.  The other pictures are from the Internet.   Enjoy…


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The Myth of Delicate – Part One

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English: Surf at Clipperton Island in the Pacific Ocean (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

She was a lady of the ocean, the girl that the song phrases “Brandy, you’re a fine girl” and “green-eyed lady, ocean lady” were written about.  Yes – she did work as a cocktail waitress at a seaside bar, and she had beautiful green eyes like that of the sea she loved.  Her long hair of copper hue made her look like a princess.

This girl was named Delicate at birth, and indeed she lived up to her name.  Her limbs were long, and she had a charming delicacy about her.   She loved the ocean and birds and animals, often wishing she had a horse that she could ride up and down the coast.   Delicate rented a room above her grandmother’s duplex, so her waitress salary was adequate.  She spent her spare time at the ocean’s edge, frolicking in the surf or painting an oil picture of her favorite subject.

Delicate had many friends and was loved by all, young and old and anywhere in between.  This is why a well-known fact was a mystery.

Delicate had only two great loves in her whole life.

Her first love was actually just a school-girl crush, and he wasn’t actually hers.  She was a pretty although timid girl, so did not make moves on anyone.

Her second and last love was what all love stories are written about.   They had the love of the century, and of course Delicate thought it would last forever, till the day he came to her and announced to her his intention of leaving.

He, the seaman, who had treated her so well and gave her a silver locket bearing his name, had resolved that he was ultimately more in love with the sea than with her.

Delicate understood this because she loved the ocean with the same passion and fervor too.   But she didn’t understand why he couldn’t love both of them.  How could the ocean, this fluid, wonderful friend of theirs, be her enemy and competitor?

Delicate was in an awful state of mind.   She stopped eating and sleeping, lost her dreams and her passion of music and artwork.  To be sure, she stopped swimming in the surf.  She even said goodbye to her dolphin friends and to her grandmother.

Delicate unceremoniously quit her job at the bar and ran away to the forest, to where the sunlight only partially came beaming down on her.  This was a pretty dark place, matching her mood exactly.  She lived there for days with the beasts and birds of the forest and ate berries for sustenance.

Weaker and weaker this girl got, and she yearned for the ocean.  The sound and sight of it had always calmed her down before…but this time, when in the forest she could hardly hear the ocean anymore, it provided no help.

Delicate decided that even though she was mad at the ocean for taking her love away, she needed to go to it.  To lay at surfside and let the water wash over her and tickle her feet.  To splash its water and maybe even frolic in it once again.

By this time, Delicate was fading fast.  She was so weak, it took her a week to crawl back to the water.  When the ocean saw her, it rejoiced.  It celebrated with exploding waves that imparted happiness to Delicate.  She got in the water, and then something incredible happened.

See you on Saturday with the conclusion of this tale


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Romance in Everyday Life

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English: St. Lorenz Lutheran Church in Frankenmuth, Michigan, USA. My great-great grandfather was one of the settlers who founded this church, and I lived near St. Lorenz until we moved away when I was 7.(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today I’ve been reminiscing about how my parents met.  To an ultimate romantic like me, their common little life was a big romantic event.  Back in Michigan, my dad was a farmer who courted his honey, my mom, by driving into the city and picking her up for lunch where she worked.   They probably looked unusual to people in the bank – he with his work clothes on and my mom in her very sedate business attire.  This story speaks of people with very different occupations finding a common ground.   Awwww!

I am sure at the time they got married, they had no idea that they would not end up in Dad’s hometown  (and many, many years later, mom moving to Minnesota to be with her youngest daughter (me) and son-in-law).  Or that Dad would semi-retire and become a lumberjack AND a cherry farmer in Traverse City  (always the gardener, he made our home gardens beautiful and later added trees of apple, plum, peach and apricot to the cherry orchard across town, with a very good, high view of  West Bay).

Apparently, romance can happen when and where you least expect it – and one can never know for sure just where he or she will end up and what kind of life they will have.  Romantic!

I now turn the podium over to guest commentators with tales of romance about themselves or their family members.  🙂  You know how we on WordPress love stories!

 


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Contradictions

I am the short side of tall.

I am the skinniest fat person.

I want to buy the cheapest decent camera.

There is a faded glorious flower bloom.

He is the youngest-acting 80-year-old man.

She is a very foolish, wise person.

She is the youngest looking middle-aged person.

If he has to take a long trip, he wants the shortest long journey possible.

Life is a strange wonder sometimes.

Strangers can show love and understanding, even if they don’t know someone.

There are positive aspects to cancer.

The beautiful, snow-covered hillside is the future dirty brown snow.

That poor man was the richest person on earth.

The doctor was an anxious, calm professional.

She is a clumsy ballerina.

Sometimes there is a reason for this silly talk.

We are sinners saved by grace.

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My Wedding Prayer Poem

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This was the poem I wrote for my wedding – it started out to be a poem but then became a very long prayer.

THE LONG ROAD

Words and feelings of David A. Stanton and Debb Stanton

Composed by Debbie Loesel Stanton

 

It took us a long time to arrive at today.

Seventeen years of joy, heartache and remorse.

Nine years of continued friendship but separation, realizing what we had lost.

We thank God for cancer and unemployment, since those were the vehicles that brought us back together again.

 

Thank You, Lord, for never giving up on us

and for your grace that saves and frees us.

You give us free will

but you always remembered the covenant we first made together.

As it says in Romans 8:28 (with our loose paraphrase),

All things work together for those who love God and are called according to His purpose.

 

We believe it is your purpose for us

to walk this road together as one

to love and be with one another eternally.

The road we are on now is just the beginning, as Heaven is our true home and we

will be together there as well.

 

Jeremiah 29:11 states that you have given us a future and a hope, that you desire

good for us and not evil.

How well we can attest to that in our lives!

Debb has always called You “The God of the Second Chance” – because You let us learn through choices and just living in general, and You never turn Your back on us,

but let us try things again.

 

Dear Lord,

We would like the love you have given us for each other to be examples of how You

love your bride, the Church.

We are eternally grateful to you

and so desire to bring glory to Your name.

 

Thank You for this marriage,

and may we always live this life to honor You.

We love You now and forever

and are thankful the road is long

because it starts here and goes into eternity.

 

Amen.


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Five Special Men 12/12/12

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Cecily Lydia Fearnley (nee Sandercock) on her wedding day, 1953 (Photo credit: State Library of Queensland, Australia)

Hello!

Today is my wedding day – the wedding will take place at 12:00 noon Central Standard Time.

I would like to take this opportunity to recognize five special men in my life and what they have contributed to my life or are contributing  to it this very day.

I’d like you to meet:

* Ken Barr.  Ken is an author friend of mine who can be found at http://theroadcrew.wordpress.com, and he is also my mentor.  On top of that, besides being an awesome poet, he gave me permission to use one of his poems in my wedding.  Unfortunately, the pastor’s wife (and her husband agreed) that they needed to be my words and from my heart.  So, Ken, I will continue to thoroughly enjoy the poems you publish in your books and on your blog.   I also cherish your friendship.  Thanks for everything!

* Jim Laux.  I’ve known Jim for many years, and he has been a mentor of sorts as well, and my “muse”.   I call him my frother, because he is a good friend that is just like a brother, since I always wanted a brother and never got one… Jim’s favorite number is 12, and he has waited for 12/12/12 to come for a long time now, way before Dave and I chose it as our wedding date.  This one’s for you, Jim!  🙂  And thanks for taking a vacation day from work in order to come to the wedding.

* Richard H.  Loesel.   He is my dear father who died in 1991.  I am definitely “Richard’s girl” because my looks are just like his, AND so is my humor!  Now this man was a STORYTELLER.   Every time we heard a familiar story (yet again!) from him, just a tiny part would be changed.  We never knew what was coming next in the story, and it kept us interested!  🙂  My dream life (strange dreams, in color, that play like movies in my head) also mimics his.  He always loved Dave, and I think he would be glad to know that we are reconciled and heading to the altar again.  Dad:   I miss you so much and am sorry that you can’t be at this wedding.  But your spirit lives on, and we will always remember what you said at our first wedding:  “Keep Jesus First, and you will go far.”   I have found that to be good advice.  Love you, Dad!

* Tom Lucas.  Tom is another author friend of mine who has encouraged me in this wonderful world of writing and was my first follower on my first blog, Sunshine Factor.  You can find him at http://readtomlucas.com, and his book is launching on 12/12/12 too!   In fact, if you live in the Orlando, FL area, I believe that is when his book signing will be – so look it up.  🙂  Keep on rocking, Tom!  🙂

* David Stanton.   He is “the man of the day”, my groom and best friend.   I have known him since 1985 and have had the privilege of watching this man grow and change and become just an awesome, wonderful man.  The fact that I can marry him again today is one of the hugest blessings of my whole life.  I love you, Honey!

Now I’d like to hear about the special men in your life – please comment.


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One More Month!

Bride and Best Men

Bride and Best Men (Photo credit: bbska)

We can hardly believe it -In just one more month we will be married.

Yikes!  Call for the troops –

I need support!

Actually, I can already feel

your support – spoken or unspoken.

You WordPress folks, both male and female,

mean the world to me,

and that is why I’m sharing my heart here.

From the beginning of our engagement,

we decided to have a very tiny wedding.

Not as many details to plan,

we figured,

but I guess that doesn’t prevent the rush toward the end

of the waiting time.

Now just one more month to go,

and my wedding wear has been found

(a hilarious story that everyone can enjoy will

post later this week),

the pastor and church reserved,

reception place and time planned.

But alas, I’ve forgotten about the house till now –

we will be residing here at my home when married,

which means I’ve got to rearrange some rooms

and streamline even further

to make room for some of Dave’s things.

And — we are writing our own vows –

I’ve gotta get moving —

and of course, I will be available

to give Dave suggestions only  IF he wants them.  🙂

Oh, yes!  Our Christmas tree wants to be put up this month, too.

Yes, “love is a many-splendored thing”,

so sunshine is bursting all around me lately.  (Good analogy, Tom)

Hopefully I’ve added a little smile to your day in the process.

Ciao,

Debb


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Soap Box #2

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Fred at the Soap Box (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Now it is time to write about another soap box of mine.

Its theme is love, and how that needs to be expressed before it’s too late.

When my sister was dying in a hospital, I received a lot of courage into my being.  It made me talk to strangers and people in the family waiting room that didn’t know me at all.  I didn’t care, because the message I wanted to stress felt so important.  It still is.

You can’t assume that your friends and family and mate know you love them.  Sometimes people wear a very thick shell around them so they can’t always feel the emotions you are expressing to them.  (I should know, I wore this shell for many years.)  Some don’t trust anymore.  Some guess that you love them, but they don’t know for sure.    That’s why it’s so important you let them know – now!!

It sounds ridiculously simple and unnecessary.   But don’t be afraid…it can make their day or give them a cushion of love to snuggle into.

If you were raised in a generation where those things weren’t spoken, it’s not too late.

If you feel self conscious or stupid, write the words in a card and mail it to them.

Kind words bless both the receiver and the speaker.

Oh, and don’t forget, I love you.