These Two People


Fifty-four years ago two people, a man and a woman came together, made vows, promises and a covenant was born. This marriage made of vows and promises brought to life a family, born of and in love.

Two people, a man and a woman, served as a Holy example of family and marriage to the family they bore and turned loose on the world. They leaned on each other and held one another up through the ease and the difficulty.

These two people raised that family and taught them to laugh and have fun. A Mom and a Dad, themselves unafraid to be silly, crazy, weird, punny. In fact they encourage it. When all are together it’s sure to be fun and often out of control (in a good way).218275_1654064354711_2188625_o941676_4783799236127_2006391278_n

These two people, my Mom and my Dad, are MY heroes. What I hope I emulate and what I strive to be. I know every relationship is different, but the nuts and bolts of marriage are the same:

A promise to be true, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. To love and honor all the days of life.


I love you Mom and Dad! Happy Anniversary ❤ ❤

Movie Eyes & Nursery Rhymes

Sitting with mommy time is special. I get to snuggle into the cave of her arm as she reads and teaches me. Reading is like a picture I can see behind my eyes like a movie. I smile as I watch and listen. Mommy is like a warm blanket with a familiar smell; I am happy and cozy gathered into the nook of her arm cave, covered in her comfort.

Learning is hard! It makes my head feel jumbly and full when I try to remember the rhyme. I scrunch up my eyes and eye brows so I can see the rhyme with my movie eyes and remember how the words go together. Each time it gets easier. “One two buckle my shoe” and my head starts to feel softer and a little bit cleaned up.

Then mommy surprises me when she puts more words on. “Three four shut the door!”

“I didn’t know there would be more!”

She says “Oh yes there is more”and says the WHOLE rhyme really fast and silly so it’s almost like a dance. I tip my head side to side as she says the silly dancing words and I forget after One two buckle my shoe but silly mommy makes it fun. She does some more teaching and I do more remembering.

Three four shut the door! This time it’s a little easier because I think back to how it felt when I figured out, One two buckle my shoe. I still have to get scrunchy and sometimes my head fills up so far it seems to push out on my ears and eyes, but mommy can tell because I get tired and grumpy. Then we stop for glasses of green Kool-aid and crackers.

Each time more stays in my head. I think,  ‘this is counting!’ and, some words sound the same;  the same but different, like sisters. Two and shoe! Wow! My head isn’t so full this time. I know One two buckle my shoe. Three four shut the door!

“What’s next mommy?”

“Five six pick up sticks. Seven eight lay them straight.”

My head keeps it in really fast and easy. Kind of like when you sort of accidentally step in really thick mud, and your shoes get so stuck they come off. Then mommy gives me the rest

“Nine ten a big fat hen!

That’s so funny! My movie eyes can see and remember that ending.

Now I don’t need the movie. I know the rhyme and say it fast like mommy. I skip and dance, steps and words together “One two buckle my shoe! Three four shut the door! Fivesix pick up sticks! Seven eight lay them straight! NINE TEN A BIG FAT HEN!”  I do it over and over until I have to stop because my throat and chest are tired and I my breath is fast in and out, so I run to the kitchen an ask mommy for a glass of green kool-aid.

This post was written for the RemembeRED “prompt”  at red dress club and is a memory written as fiction.

This week’s memoir prompt asked you to dig deep to find what, from your childhood, you still know from heart.

I still remember all those rhymes you did while slapping hands with a friend, like Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack all dressed in black black black.

What do YOU remember?


Linking up today with “The Lightning and The Lightning Bug” for Dare to Share: Something Old. I picked one of my first prompt posts that I enjoyed writing from a small child’s perspective.