My Mother taught me long ago “Never say Never”. Her friends would say “my son would
never ...”, or “my daughter would
never...” and sure as the sun would rise those kids did. But she also meant those words to reflect more than a potential disappointment. She
never would have imagined winning a trip to Florida in the 70’s and a SUV in the 80’s all by the luck of one ticket or becoming the senior manager of the food administration at the nursing she worked at and retired from (a huge accomplishment for a farm girl with an 8th grade education). I am sure there are many more incidences that mama would quote “never say never” to.
After being told we would
never have children, eight years later (with their help of a great clinic) we conceived on the first try, a miracle and against all the odds. Three years later on that fateful winter night, the minivan crossed the median. I would like to say that I have
never received that dreaded phone call at 4am, that I
never imagined I would ever get, but I can’t. The doctors said Grant would
never regain his short term memory, sense of smell or hold down a proper job. But he has. Okay the memory sucks sometimes but he is a man. Say no more. The doctors said his brother would
never teach again, learning to read and write and speak again was going to be a challenge, probably be stuck living with his parents the rest of his life. But the teacher is able to work a few days a week, met a wonderful women and married life is bliss.
Had you told me ten years ago, even six years ago, that I would be co owning a
bra boutique, I would have laughed and said “
Never!” Yet here we are a year and half after opening, successful and prominent in our community. I would
never have believed Grant would successfully achieve accreditation for his lab just 3 yrs after that accident or that I would be a mom to the most incredible 10 yr old.
You never know what’s around the corner – good or bad. I can’t say make lemonade when you handed a lemon, it’s not always that easy. But I have certainly learned to expect the unexpected. When it is good, I praise Him. When it is bad, I lean on Him. And I believe that
All Things Are Possible.
~response to "when pigs fly!" prompt #203
Sunday Scribblings.
photo is around 1973 on our back step. I am the cutey on the right, my sister on the left and mama with her glorious beehive.
The Dunes Studio Gallery- an eclectic place full of jewelry and trinkets, clothing, art and home deco from around the world, a beautiful garden filled with unique furniture made out of tree stumps that you can sit on and soak in the beauty surrounding you.While there you can also eves drop on the potter creating dishes and vases that are sold in the shop or you can meander to the dining area and enjoy a meal. I haven't done that yet, but it is on my list. 
The Ocean - so many great beaches to drop your towel on. Water toys are not always necessary. As long as you have a bag to collect your treasures in, you are fine. Take a minute to play in the sand. Make a mermaid, use sea grass for her flowing hair, shells for her jewellery, pebbles for her smile. Take a picture because it will be washed away by morning. 
I woke up Saturday morning with a "can do" attitude and decided I was going to run 10 K. I have been running regularly every other day and doing my strength training as well. Usually logging 2 or 3 miles each run. When Saturday morning dawned, I felt like I could do it and go twice the distance. I enjoyed my morning coffee and read for a bit, let my breakfast digest and then headed to the treadmill. That's right, the treadmill. I know, I know. It is not the same as running outside. But like everything else I weigh the pros and cons before I make my decisions and the treadmill wins everytime. Let's see. The Pros of running outside hmmm? Changing scenery and fresh air. Ah, but wait fresh air is a con too. After one mile outside, I am wheezing more than a broken squeeker toy. The con list seems to grow quickly. There is the fact that the hills are harder. Well the whole darn run is harder with the incline constantly changing. Oh and let's look at form, ummm let's not. I am about as graceful as Big Bird running down Sesame Street, not exactly what I want the neighbors to see. 
