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Keeping Your Glass Full

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I'm not really very active on social media but I do like checking out Pinterest.  I enjoy the inspirational quotes, recipes and other ideas available on this site.  Several weeks ago I came across something that stayed with me and I realize I can use it to describe how the month of May went for me.

Paraphrasing, it went something like "some see the glass as half empty and some see the glass as half full but what they forget is the glass can be refilled".

Despite what some of my sisters would say, I prefer to see the glass as half full but this past May proved to be very challenging to that way of thinking.

It started the end of April when out of the blue, without any symptoms or warning, Hubby was admitted to the ICU for three days because of an unexplained infection.

The glass was emptying fast.

He was discharged without any real understanding of how or why he got this infection but we were just relieved that he was home.

The glass was refilling.

Unfortunately, three weeks or so later Hubby was re-admitted to the hospital for the same issue just about an hour after leaving the Doctor's office.  Six days later he's home again, with some other issues, but at least he was home.  The difference this time was we had a pretty good idea what was causing the infection.

Four days after finishing his antibiotic the infection returned, suddenly, without warning.  A call to the Doctor and he's back on the antibiotic.  The good news was no hospitalization necessary.  Hubby's road to recovery will be a slow journey but we'll handle it together. 

The glass is refilling, thank God, and I truly mean that.  No matter how empty the glass may seem to be, He's there waiting to refill it for you.  You just have to remember to ask Him.

I've read that "blogs" aren't supposed to be long and wordy.  Now, I don't think of myself as a "blogger", I'm more of a story teller, so I'd like to continue my story and share my May's "full glass" moments with you.

In our family May is always a busy month with school concerts, Mother's Day, birthdays (including my own), wedding anniversaries and this year even a bridal "sprinkle".

I had never heard of a "sprinkle" before but evidently it's just a smaller bridal shower not so much for gifts but to just get together and celebrate with the bride-to-be, Sister #2's daughter.  The "sprinkle" was very enjoyable and in the spirit of the event I filled the envelope my card was in with candy sprinkles, lots of sprinkles.  I do have my creative moments.

Trying to squeeze in our monthly sister meeting proved challenging but I decided to break with the Saturday tradition and go with early Sunday morning on the 20th of May.

Since I was making the old girls (don't tell them I said that) get up early I thought I'd make them breakfast.  Sausage gravy and biscuits is one sister's favorite so I made sure to have that to entice her.  When I told her the date and time she wasn't too thrilled because Sunday starts her work week but the sausage gravy changed her mind.

I found two new recipes I wanted to try, on Pinterest of course.  One was a recipe for hashbrown casserole and a cinnamon bun cake.  Certainly I could have made cinamon buns from scratch but the cake was so much easier.  Both recipes are keepers.

Everyone arrived bright and early and I had everything ready and waiting for them.  I did have a slight problem with my biscuits though.

"They look like cookies" Sister #4 quickly pointed out. 

"Yeah, I know.  Just slap some sausage gravy on them and you'll never know they're not light and fluffy" I told her.

Conversation flowed and as usual we were able to solve all the world's problems that Sunday morning over coffee.

We talked about aging and I mentioned how I thought as you got older things started shrinking.  You know, shorter and smaller.  I have seen a lot of skinny old ladies afterall.  Before I knew it we were all checking to make sure our boobs were still larger than our bellies.  Some were and some weren't and that's all I'm saying on that subject.

For me, music is just background noise but a while ago I came across a song that really makes me happy so I played it for them.  As the song was playing I started swaying to the music while sitting at the table.  They weren't crazy about my song but they loved the opportunity to laugh at me "getting my groove on" as Sister #4 pointed out.

Then I made a mistake.

I told them how I'll put that song on as I'm cleaning (alone of course) and I just start dancing; shoulders going one way and hips going another.  In my mind a moving vision of grace and rhythm.  Of course that was all the opening they needed and like sharks that smell blood in the water they went after me.  Comments included words like old hips, bouncing, earthquakes, shaking walls, the usual sister snarky comments.

That's okay, it's what sisters who love each other do.  Keep things real for you but with humor.

Before I end my story about the month of May I'd like to share my "glass over flowing" moment.

Hubby was in the hospital for the second time and daughter-in-law #2 stopped in one evening for a visit with her youngest, our soon to be 4 year-old grandson.

Mom and I were talking when she noticed the little guy standing in the kitchen doorway facing her with his tongue out.

"Stop sticking your tongue out at me" she told him but his tongue stayed out.

"Why are you doing that" she asked him.

"I got a booger on my tongue" he told her.

"Let me see" she said.   I remember thinking it was probably just a hair on his tongue.

He walked over to his Mom, tongue hanging out.

"Eeeww, gross, there's a booger on your tongue". 

Grandson just giggled and Mom cracked up laughing as she wiped the booger off his tongue.

Neither of us asked him how the booger got on his tongue.


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