I decorated the arch.
God hung a full moon for the wedding night.
The beautiful Jones-Schellpeper family;
Justice, Corban, Patrick and Shelby
♥♥♥ These pictures were taken by Dianne Jones. She took some awesome pictures of the special wedding day! ♥♥♥
It can't be September already! Where did the summer go? I realize it's been a while since I last posted and I don't know when I'll post again. Is it my imagination, or does the aging process eat up all the time at a quicker pace then when we were younguns?
June literally knocked me to my knees. Woke one Sunday in June and when I got out of bed, a sharp pain in my lower back, off the ten scale, caught me so off guard that I fell to the floor. After a moment of groaning and rolling around to find a spot where my lower back would stop screaming this sharp, stabbing pitch, I finally could get to my knees and crawl down a flight of stairs and to the bathroom. For two days, my morning began thus and by the third morning I had learned to hug my knees to my chest first, breathe deep, and then lay on my left side with knees bent, sit up, and slowly stand. I had learned to move my back in such a way to not feel that sharp stab. Since then, it takes me nearly two hours to work through the pain and move. Bending is difficult, sitting is difficult, walking is difficult. Hell, it is all difficult but I'm working through it. I'm going through the medical process that I've come to understand is fairly common for so many others. Seems there is an epidemic of folks with back issues. Or am I just more aware of their torment now that I share in the quest for relief. After several consultations with my doctor, an MRI, a neuro/spinal specialist, I've got the option of fusing that lower lumbar region. I'm going for a second opinion. Not at all accepting of having titanium souvenir's in my body. This topic will have to be reviewed later. Sooo ...
June and July and several garage sales later, bring me to the equally stressful and beautiful day that my daughter got married. Her wedding day was so full, so exhausting, so awesome and so hard. I was a bundle of emotions and I wish I could say I was able to handle it all with grace. I had moments. I would just break down and sob. Thankfully, I did not embarrass my daughter with any such outbursts. I would, however, go through all those emotional moments again to experience such a wonderful celebration of love.
Patrick is a good man, devoted father, and appears to be very much in love with my daughter, Shelby. They complete each other. Now if they can hold on to that love through all the hard times, they will complete a history of memories to gift their children with. And my emotional turmoil? Normal, I would think, for anyone whose Pooh Bear was becoming some one's Momma Bear and the matriarch of her own den.
