I just began dating Mr. Joy. He radiates happiness, hence the nickname. We got to talking about the one word we would use to describe one another from the night of our first date. My word for him was “happy;” he chose “fun” for me. Don’t you just love it when you meet someone and they radiate love and hope? I want to be like that, and even though in some ways I am what one person once called “ridiculously optimistic,” there are parts of me that deeply remember all the sadness and lack in my life thus far. I get up and keep trying not because of some silly ignorance at the truths of life, but out of sheer force will to not allow the shit of my life to win and weigh me down.
That shit has been a real pest this last year. I feel a wind blowing through my soul and lifting it up and out. This process is difficult; I have used it as a fuel to get to this place in my life. I use it at work to create Healing Bridges day-after-day. Yet I still trip on the old fears of abandonment, value and loss. Life has been offering me opportunities of late to let go of the past and my fears of the future and just live in the gift of the present. I feel like Mr. Joy is a part of that gift in the now for me. My Cousin Bopper believes life brings you what I need, and I need joy in my life. I already have it in my family, friends, in who I am, and in my sweet Emma.
In that spirit I offer you the following photographs of glee and bliss, also known as “Emma goes for a bike ride with her Mama.”
The dog trainer came out a week ago and hooked up a “Canine-Cruiser” to my bike. Emma is attached by a bungee chord. We are riding about 4 miles a day now. She loves it!
And her Mama loves how she comes home POOPED OUT!
My busy puppy has finally found her inner napper.
Can you feel the love?
Emma truly makes our home The Glee Club!
The “HBO” chair was my Granddaddy, Heber Burton Osborne’s. Emma loves it too!
All photographs were taken by our wonderful Paparazzo and his bazillion dollar new camera.








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June 10, 2009 at 5:46 pm
elaine dematteo
I think of you often. You helped me survive the loss of my beloved John. We sat in my kitchen and spoke for hours. Every now and then i read the copy of the memorial you did at his services. I will never forget you. Be well