The Waldron World
Yes, I am a girl and I do occasionally squeal. Not often. There are two things that tend to make me squeal. One has to do with cockroaches. But that is not what this blog is about. Thankfully. The other is a more delightful sort of squeal – usually related to getting to spend time…
Laundry’s done. Dishes are in the drying rack. Clothes are ironed. Supper is hot. I am spoiled!!!!! Just to confirm what I heard most of my childhood years from my sweet brothers. “You are spoiled, Michelle!” Well, I certainly have been for the past few months!
Last week one of my passions in life was rekindled. Something that I thought was a closed door. I had let go… And then last week happens? What is God telling me? Is there a way that this door can be taken off its hinges and my dreams realised?
We were standing in a line of people in the Atlanta airport, waiting to board our next flight – on our way to Canada. Home for the holidays. Passports, bags, snacks, kids, husband, excitement…. I happened to look over to one of the other queues and noticed a carry-on bag sitting alone, unattended. If you…
I never quite understood why he needed to put ice in milk – milk that was already cold because it came straight from the refrigerator. But my daddy loved his milk with ice in it. For some reason that came up in conversation today. I was telling my kids about how my dad loved ice…
A friend of ours was murdered recently. I still can’t believe it.
When I first heard the word Whoonga, I immediately remembered Grade 6 and roller coasters. A friend of mine used to take me to one of the best amusement parks in our state and we would laugh until we cried on all the exhilarating rides. One of those rides…
How old are you? Are you married? When did you get married? Was it easy to find a life partner?
Some might call it underwhelming, but I called it “perfect!” I turned 43 on Wednesday this week… I live in a country where birthdays are greatly celebrated! Much more emphasis put on them that what I am used to. But this year, I only wanted one thing.
Sitting on my couch this morning looking out the window – grey skies, scattered bits of rain, distant thunder – reminded me of another September morning, 8 years ago.