Are Like Bras... Intimate Or Not
in all shapes, sizes, and colors, some relationships will lift you up,
while others don’t prove to provide much support and will
bring you down. Ever notice how people have their own
preference? Padded, lace, sports style, strapless, cross over,
underwire, and the list goes on. We are all different. Life
would be boring otherwise!
I'm so glad that
I get to choose what's best
for me. No one can make me wear an itchy wool lined bra, if those
existed! I'll decide what works best!
are binding and make you feel uncomfortable; leaving a mark that takes
a hot minute to go away. Then there are those that bring in a
whole new level of frustration. They are twisted to the point
of no return. No matter what you do, you just can’t
straighten things out. Do you live with it or toss
it? You’ll decide at some point to trash them,
it’s just better that way. It’s just not
of value to you (personally) anymore.
the rare instance you find one that works perfectly for you, you hang
on to it and vow to never let it go. You handle it with care,
making sure not to just throw it in with the rest of your soiled
laundry. It’s a beautiful thing! Others
will look at you with jealousy.
At the end of a long
day, you need some alone time. Sometimes it happens as soon
as I leave the office! Just
The key to success is finding the right
often takes times to find the one that works, but when you do,
you’ll know it!
loving memory of Ben Henry Reynolds who passed away on November 5,
1998. Benjamin Austin Lunceford was born on November 6,
1998- just one day after his fruit loving great granddaddy passed away.
He never was able to meet the man who he was named after.
This fruit tree was planted on Austin's first
birthday (November 6, 1999) in memory and in celebration.
When I went to purchase the tree, I wanted a fruit tree (because my
granddaddy loved fruit). There was one fruit tree left- a
weeping crab apple tree. I new that it was meant for me!
The Fruit Tree
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
we planted a tree;
memory of someone we loved.
left this world just a year ago;
be with God above.
given at birth was Ben Henry;
was his name to us kids.
loved to stop by the fruit trees;
and walking, he did.
hide out in these woods;
call like an Indian in need.
knew that it was ‘just our Papaw’,
would call back after his lead.
walks to our house, just to stand there;
the kids run and play.
brought joy to his soul when they’d hug him;
each and every day.
really miss seeing my Papaw,
at the fence nearby;
over land he loved.
watched with a curious eye.
never knew our baby Austin,
hopes of hearing his cry.
left to be in heaven;
just one day too shy.
Austin came the day after,
for an hour straight.
knew that it was for our Papaw;
just birth, but fate.
all cried with the baby,
Papaw heard his cries.
of joy and sadness;
the whole rooms eyes.
memory of our Papaw,
planted a tree today.
Weeping Crabapple tree,
to grow and stay.
Generations from now on,
know the love we had.
our precious Papaw;
the tree that shows it’s sad.
fruit tree left to buy,
better choice to be,
other words to be said;
A Weeping Crabapple tree.