Ah...lazy day today. Hopefully I'll get a chance to really write soon...looking forward to it, actually. Stay tuned!!!

For some reason, the mobile version is "selecting" which things to post so maybe I'll go back to the old version....

Sorry...I should've shown the lasagna before it went in...

"See You Next Lifetime"

So...I have a friend that I love. Yes, I love this person. Seriously. We have this amazing connection and a bond between us that is...well, in my opinion, one of those once in a lifetime kind of bonds.

I think I might even be in love with this man.

Nothing is wrong with any of what I've said. There is a catch, though, if you will.

You're thinking, what, what's the issue?

Well, the issue is that I'm married. Very happily, I might add. Married to my very best friend, the father of my beautiful son, and the guy that makes me laugh and supports me 110% in everything I do.

We've been that way since high school, and nothing is going to change that.

So...how is it that I've got feelings for another man?

I don't know, to be honest with you. Something about him is so much like my husband. However, he is not my husband. He may, at one time, have wanted to be my husband, but when he had a chance to express those feelings to me, he didn't.

I was angry with him. He took my choice away, so to speak, because I didn't know how he felt until I was about to walk down the aisle with the man of my dreams.

So...here's my big problem. I want to keep this man in my life. He is my friend, and I care about him deeply - I look forward to going to his wedding one day (in the future) and wishing him and his new wife the best life, because I'm living a pretty wonderful one right now myself.

But, I don't think it is safe to be friends with somone who I know I could be unfaithful to my husband with, and also, that could see me with him (and I could see myself with him as well).

What do you think?

It would be great to get some feedback if anyone has been in a similar situation or knows about these types of situations.

Looking forward to hearing from you,

NSWR

Sorry....

It's been a really long time since I've posted, mostly because we've given up our cable and decided to use our phones for checking email and things like that. This means, of course, that the blogging has suffered greatly.

It is my humblest apology that I am offering here in this post, and I will ask for patience as I continue to work on being a more regular blogger.

Thank you so much, and have a wonderful weekend. I've got some planning and work to do for this weekend...Monday is the first day of school! I'm looking forward to making a great first impression with my students!!!

Yay for Geometry and Precalculus!!!

Peace.

It's late...

so I'll be brief. This Independence Day weekend has been great. I enjoyed every single moment of it.

I am so proud to be an American. I'm so proud of my family that serves our country in the military - and currently my cousin Candy is over in Afghanistan. I am praying for her safe return home.

Having said all of that, I hope that we all can continue to live free, and that includes all of the differences and idiosyncrasies we all have. No matter what you believe, if you are a citizen of the United States of America, you are a friend/brother/fellow American.

God bless you, and God bless the United States of America.

Peace.

My son turned three....

on this past Thursday. The first day of July, my sweet baby boy (not such a baby, really) turned three.

Every year, when his birthday rolls around, I am reminded of the precious gift we were given the day he was born. It could have been that he died that day. In fact, he should have died. He should not be here.

He failed the Asvgar (sp) test that they give to babies immediately from the womb both of the times they gave it to him. He was white, no color, his lips were blue, and he made no sound. God bless him, he sure did try, though.

And the nurses and doctors were worried that he wouldn't make it. They weren't trying to upset me, but I could tell something wasn't right because I didn't hear his baby cry. I never did.

One thing I am more sure of than anything else, is that there is a God. This God, the one, the only true God, is the one who gave me my son.

As he was whisked away to the NICU, attached to every tube they could connect to his little body, Sean displayed a very dominant trait of his personality - his persistence.

Sean pulled those tubes off his face and let out the biggest yell he could, to let us know he was here. He's still loud. I expect nothing less.

With tears in my eyes, all I can do is give thanks for him every chance I get, and for the opportunity to be the mother of this miraculous child.

Of all the many blessings I've received, he is definitely the greatest. I'm so grateful. So thankful.

Happy Birthday, Seanie. May you have many more and may you be the blessing to this world that God intends you to be.

Peace.