I am scared to go forward, but I am even more afraid to stay here. So here goes!
My main goal in writing is to share the story that is my life and to encourage others to live life generously, purposefully, and intentionally. My late husband wanted me to write. He believed I had a gift and wanted me to share it. Whether or not I have a gift is anyone’s guess, but I love that he blindly believed. Almost from the moment he passed away, I committed to writing. So here I am doing it.
I am so grateful for his love and support. I want my kids to experience that in their lives. (From someone other than their mom, I, of course think they are all amazing, all the time!) As I thought about what to write for this inaugural post, it seemed fitting to write about him.
He was fierce and loyal. Sensitive, sweet and generous to a fault. He would go the extra mile for people and had a heart to mentor and help those in trouble. He was not perfect, he could be infuriatingly stubborn and stuck in his ways.
But he loved us and loved God with all his heart of that much I am certain.
He loved ice cream, movies and popcorn (with jalapenos). Watches, cars, and spicy food. Dogs, history, and Indy. Hall and Oates, Seal and Frank Sinatra. Long Naps. Boats. The Beach. Long Walks. Shell Hunting. Swimming. Snorkeling. Espresso. BBQ. Pecan Pie. Tom Ford cologne. Leather messenger bags.
So. Many. Things.
Things I never want to forget, things I want my kids to know.
I know he would be so excited for me. He would probably say, “About time!”
Here’s to doing things that scare us and seeing where it goes!
What are you scared of?
Is there something people have been telling you that you should do and you have been too afraid to try?