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Since ‘My Loves’ (pages) needed updating, and since I am returning to work this week, I thought I would give myself a bit of time to adjust to the rigors of the work week, by editing these pages this week. Besides, you might be reading this and have never had me introduce those who are nearest and dearest to my heart!

As I ready, and reread, what I had written about my ‘Numero Uno, all I could think was that nothing has changed, I agree fully. Although nothing has changed, I am more confident in what I wrote a couple of years before … Numero Uno has proven true, over and over, in every area of my life.

Click on Numero Uno.

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Since ‘My Loves’ (pages) needed updating, and since I am returning to work this week, I thought I would give myself a bit of time to adjust to the rigors of the work week, by editing these pages this week. Besides, you might be reading this and have never had me introduce those who are nearest and dearest to my heart!

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Today I will share about ‘The Beast‘ (click on those two words and it will link you to the page).

The dog in our home, like my Hubby, is only known on itsawonderfilledlife by the name of the Beast. I think I will continue to keep their ‘real’ identities a secret (and hubby just asks that I never confuse the two names when writing …).

She is now about eight years old … I think she must be about my age in dogs years, as we both benefit from the regular intake of glucosamine, and we both like the idea of daytime naps (she takes them, I just look on longingly).

When any of the kids return from being away for a few days, she is the one that gets the most attention. That is only fair, because when they are away, it is she who stresses the most about their absence from ‘the den.’

She is my Stalker, who follows me from floor to floor, and room to room.

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Since ‘My Loves’ (pages) needed updating, and since I am returning to work this week, I thought I would give myself a bit of time to adjust to the rigors of the work week, by editing these pages this week. Besides, you might be reading this and have never had me introduce those who are nearest and dearest to my heart!

P&C CroppedToday I am sharing about the man that I married, share life, and children, and bed, and mortgage, and beast, and vacations and … life with.

On itsawonderfilledlife, this man is better known as ‘The Hubby‘ (and you can click on the highlighted words to read more about him). As we prepare to celebrate our twenty-fourth anniversary, this fall, I am in awe of what those twenty-four years represent … the joys, the heartaches … the memories that we hold dear, and the ones that have slipped from our thoughts.

Because two people came together, three more are walking this sod … amazing!

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Since ‘My Loves’ (pages) needed updating, and since I am returning to work this week, I thought I would give myself a bit of time to adjust to the rigors of the work week, by editing these pages this week. Besides, you might be reading this and have never had me introduce those who are nearest and dearest to my heart!

These three are my most amazing co-creations! And they are my pièce de résistance.

How can two people reproduce and end up with three such distinct individuals? Truly it is an amazing thing to live life feeding daily into the maturing process of three human beings.

I love them with all that is within me … and I know I fail to love them enough. It is that reason alone that I am thankful that they and I share a heavenly Father, who loves them far more than I could ever possibly love them.

And here are the links, for Brittany, and Christiana, and Benjamin.

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Since ‘My Loves’ (pages) needed updating, and since I am returning to work this week, I thought I would give myself a bit of time to adjust to the rigors of the work week, by editing these pages this week. Besides, you might be reading this and have never had me introduce those who are nearest and dearest to my heart!

Today I am linking to my pages on My Mom and My Dad (you can click on the links to read them).

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I am blessed.

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I absolutely love the writing of Tanushree Srivastava (PrivyPlace). This delightfully moving writer (just a year older than my oldest daughter) can bring me to tears or laughter with the click of her keyboard. She was born and lives in India, and her writing brings her homeland to life for me. She makes me want to go to her, give her a motherly warm embrace. We would sit with a piping hot teapot, and I would look into her eyes as she tells me stories.

In the following post, And She Lived Happily Ever After, Tanushree weaves a tale of a young girl and her tragic life experiences. Following the story, Tanushree explains the realities for many other young girls in her homeland.

“The sun rays poured in through the small holes of the wasted wooden walls of the house. Rani squinted her tiny eyes to curse it. She changed her side and tried to sleep. Sleeping was never a problem for Rani. She could sleep for hours and never felt too awake. She was right in the middle. Two elder sisters always looked after her. She had one younger brother and the youngest was her darling sister Tanya. She was strategically placed in the middle of the family sandwich.

Rani was 12. She lost her mother while she was giving birth to Tanya. Rani was 6 back then and for her Tanya was a part of her mother just like she was. She made a point since then to take care of her. They ate together, braided each other’s hair and became inseparable. The elder sisters looked after their siblings and took care of the house. They were under their father’s protection who did odd jobs like going to a construction site or riding an auto. It was not enough to feed the family.

Rani spent a large time of the day standing in front of the mirror to pose and to just look at herself. She knew she was better looking than her other sisters and she was proud of how she looked. Of course she could catch those obvious signals from the colony guys who kept staring at her and threw chits to propose her. Her elder sisters always told her to stay away from such jerks, Rani smelled jealousy.

images (1)Her world revolved around her looks and Tanya. She liked going to school but not for the education but for the food she got to fill her stomach. Her petite appearance was growing worse with the amount of food decreasing each day. The monsoons were the toughest when the gaping holes all over their small wood house served entrance to the gushing rain water. They took refuge in the adjacent, more ‘sealed’ houses of their neighbors who only welcomed them once in a while.

One day their father came home beaming. He was smiling from ear to ear. The children gathered around him as he sat on a mat kept on the soggy ground. After a lot of interrogation he finally announced, ” Rani is getting married!! The boy has seen her several times and he wants her hand in marriage!”. The children were shocked and couldn’t make sense of what their father was saying. If he was marrying one of them then why not the eldest? “because our Rani is the most precious girl ever, he loves you darling”. Words failed her and she didn’t feel too sad. She was happy to leave this dingy place with sorrows. She wanted a better life but how could she leave behind Tanya? Life has its share of tough choices and this was one of them. Rani said yes, yes to an underage marriage.

Her hands were hennaed, her head covered with red veil and she was sent off with her ‘husband’. Rani was 14 that time. She reached her new home after travelling for 24 hours which was strange because her father mentioned that her husband saw her everyday and loved her. She didn’t say anything.

Rani’s husband Pankaj was brutal with her. He made her cook, do all chores and exploited her sexually at night. Rani cried but couldn’t do anything about it. She was threatened to be strangled to death if she complained about it. She lost all hope and accepted it as her fate. It took Rani 6 months to register the fact that she was sold to Pankaj. It was no figment of imagination but words spoken by Pankaj when exploiting her one day. She broke down completely. Meanwhile, Pankaj vented out all his frustration on Rani. He hit her, made her touch hot things, blamed her for his failures and used her for his physical needs, he raped her every night.

9 months later she gave birth to a baby boy. Pankaj was elated. It was the first time when he smiled at her and gifted her a new dress. ButHonest happiness was short-lived for Rani as soon as the boy turned 1 , he was sent away to his grand parents who lived in a village near by. No amount of tears and pain melted Pankaj’s heart. The village where Rani lived was peculiar. There were no girls or even wives. She hardly came across some women. But she never found the guts to ask anything. Instead she guessed herself.

The village regarded the birth of a girl as a bad omen and killed them as soon as they were born. Female foeticide was very common which led to a chronic problem, no girls. One of the reasons why Pankaj had to buy a wife. There were no girls for marriage.

Pankaj rarely worked in the fields and always dashed off to see his son, the primary reason for which he married Rani. One night he brought some friends over and asked Rani who she thought was the best. The question was weird but she couldn’t dare, ask any question so she pointed out to one of them.

Pankaj sold Rani to him. Anuj, the man who bought Rani married her for the society and she was taken away to yet another place. She wanted to end her life but she couldn’t muster enough guts do so. She was 19 then. Rani was repeatedly raped by Anuj and his friends. He wanted a child and some money which his friends gave every night. 7 months later Rani gave birth to a premature baby girl.

That was when Rani breathed the last time. The last time anyone saw her. She was beaten to death by Anuj and her friends due to the shame of a girl being born. Maybe it was for the better, a cursed life is far more worse than death.IMG_1247

An Excerpt from a Newspaper which will justify the whole story-

NEW DELHI (Thomson Reuters Foundation) – Police have arrested seven members of a trafficking ring that kidnapped young girls from the Indian capital and sold them as brides to middle-aged men in other parts of the country, the Times of India reported Tuesday.

The four men and three women were arrested following an investigation into the abduction of two teenage girls, who were rescued from an area in southwest Delhi.

“Police said the gang charged rich landowners in (the northern states of) Uttar Pradesh and Haryana between 50,000 rupees ($921) to 100,000 ($1,842) for a girl, depending on her age,” the report said.

Activists say tens of thousands of girls and women are trafficked in India every year, largely for domestic work, sexual slavery and increasingly marriage due to a lack of women in some parts of the country.

A strong preference for boys has resulted in decades of aborting female babies, leading to skewed male-to-female ratios in northern India and rising incidents of rape, trafficking and even “wife-sharing” – one wife shared amongst brothers.

The Lancet medical journal says up to 12 million Indian girls were aborted over the last three decades, resulting in a ratio of 914 girls for every 1,000 boys in 2011, compared with 962 in 1981.”hqdefault

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I admit, as real as life is and can be, I am a hopeless romantic.

My eyes leak during heart-touching movies, and books. I sniffle when I hear of the spouse of an elderly person passing away, I sniff at weddings, and I love to have couples tell how they met or how they got engaged. Quite simple I am mush on the inside.

As I was cleaning and purging this summer I came across an article that I had clipped from the local newspaper way back when I was just seventeen.

Dated November 12, 1986 (and now you are computing my age … tsk, tsk!), the article is titled “Couple Married, Buried in Same Ceremony.” Certainly a title that could attract the eyes and attention of a teenage girl!

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It is a story from Tallahassee, Florida, and the story comes from the funeral for the young couple.

Apparently, Mike Ellis and Toni Goff were engaged to be married. They had met with Rev. Rayburn Blair once for premarital counselling. Then, just fifteen days later, the plane that Mike was flying crashed, sending both into eternity.

At the burial, Rev. Blair officiated, not a burial but a wedding service. He said, ” I’m perfectly at ease in performing this ceremony of holy matrimony, because I heard them already say yes.”

As a teenage girl, this story went straight to my heart …

a young couple planned to wed

they died before their vow exchange

the person officiating their burials knew their joy-filled intent enough to make it a focal point of an otherwise grief-focused ceremony

Is it what the couple would have wanted? No … they would have wanted to be married before they died, but this unorthodox, even romantic, burial might have given hope to their families … and that is what that couple may have desired.

 

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Last month in a post titled A Hidden Treasure, I shared pictures and a story of a desk that I found on the side of the road.

It was rather a purple monster of a piece of furniture (see pics below), sitting at the end of a driveway, with the word FREE on it. My weakness for things broken had me hauling home to my workshop garage. When it was unloaded, my dreams of making it a fresh and inspiring place to tap my fingers on the keyboard were making my mind explode.

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In no time the blood, sweat and tears that I poured into that train wreck of a bad paint job, dust and rough edges began to produce the dream that was forming the moment I first set my eyes on it.

I was imagining a simple, clean and classic look … I love how it turned out!

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Plus it is in the most sunny location of our house … a great bonus during monsoon season on the Pacific Wet West Coast.20130821-212621.jpg

I loved the character of the paneled sides and back … adding depth and architectural interest.

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A place to sit and smile at some of my favorite faces …

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And yes, that family picture is of every member on their cell phones …

if you can’t beat them …

… redeem them 😉

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Whenever I have a question, wonder how to do something, and need that quick fix, I Google it.

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Just in the past few days I have ‘Googled’:

-a recipe for Greek salad dressing

-a recipe for a marinade with pineapple

-how to lay carpet

-how to transport a refrigerator

-health issues

-weather on the east coast

-the meaning of “to be or not to be”

and more!

Sometimes I wonder how I ever survived the curiosities of life, before there was Google, to answer my every query.

When we were first married, and hubby needed a quick fix he reached for duct tape and WD40.

That man could use duct tape and WD40 in massive amounts, and in a massive variety of places.

If something was making a noise, or did not operate smoothly, out came the WD40.

If something was coming apart, unattached, out came the duct tape.

Recently we ‘forced’ our son to watch the movie, A Big Fat Greek Wedding. We knew that he was at an age when the humor of the movie would delight him (and it did).

In this movie, the father, Gus, uses Windex to solve every problem and ailment, from pimples to aches. For Gus, Windex is his fixer upper of choice.

What about when Windex doesn’t eliminated the pain and bruises? What about when duct tape won’t repair what is broken, and put it back together? What about when Google doesn’t have the answers?

There is another fixer upper.

The Bible … the word of God.

It has been around since the beginning of time …
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” John 1:1

The authority of it is THE authority on truth … our heavenly Father …
“All Scripture is inspired by God and is useful to teach us what is true and to make us realize what is wrong in our lives. It corrects us when we are wrong and teaches us to do what is right.” 2 Timothy 3:16

It is true and trustworthy …
“For the word of the LORD holds true, and we can trust everything he does.” Psalm 33:4

It offers protection …
“Every word of God proves true. He is a shield to all who come to him for protection.” Proverbs 30:5

It is a guidebook …
“Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path.” Psalm 119:105

It has always been and always will be available …
“Grass dries up, and flowers wither, but the word of our God will last forever.” Isaiah 40:8

This is the best fixer upper!

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Morning.

We sit, feet touching, naturally, intentionally, on the shared stool.

Laptops on our respective knees … catching up on the happenings around the world, while we had slept.

The beast participating in nap number one, after the hard work of eating and taking her morning venture into the great outdoors.

Silence …

except the occasional noises made when sipping our hot, fresh brewed drink.

We awaken …

together.

“It’s so quiet,” he says to me, with a childlike look of total joy.

I smile, sharing this moment, this joy, with him.

This is the beginning.

The beginning of a new day, the beginning of fresh choices.

“To be, or not to be”

That is the question.

When Hamlet asked that question he was asking the question of all humanity, though we do not all ask it out loud. The question he (we) asks is:

do we choose to keep living this life of heartache, of pain, of rejection?

or, do we lay down, and allow the eternal, gentle sleep and dreams of forever to take us away?

But, that peaceful sleep … it is eternal. There is no return, no turning back, no escape clause.

And so, we choose to continue to inhale and exhale.

Choosing to be

This is not the easy choosing, not the simple choosing, not thoughtless choosing, not the choosing of that which comes with guarantees.

But, it is good.

Choosing to be

It is the choosing to be intentional, to try, to start fresh … to love

… from morning until night …

together

choosing oneness over separation,

with no guarantees that it will be reciprocated, returned,

with no guarantees that you will be loved back.

Ah,

but if you are …

Lights off, alarms set, beast guarding the bedroom door.

Body fatigued, mind emptied, eyes heavy …

We crawl into, fall into … our bed.

Bodies meeting in the middle,

arms swaddling each other,

prayers spoke

endearments shared.

This is the stuff of real … battered and bruised, damaged and dirty, kissed and made up …

dreams.

The dreams that are born out of living, and choosing to be.

“I call heaven and earth to witness against you today,
that I have set before you life and death,
blessing and curse.
Therefore choose life,
that you and your offspring may live,
loving the Lord your God,
obeying his voice and holding fast to him,
for he is your life and length of days,
that you may dwell in the land that the Lord swore to your fathers,
to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob, to give them.
Deuteronomy 30:19

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