A Story Of My Loved Ones And Everybody!

How do you concoct a story that doesn't have one of the vowels? And such a large one. We shall see. Me

When grown and seventeen, Some would say that's not grown. Anyway, we were at a ceremony to be happy ever after!

My mother made all of the arrangements. A very good party. Fun for all. Photos were taken a few days later. There were shoes gone and other valued props.

We couldn't be sure that we would make happy ever after. Ever after was a long, long, way too long to make true.

We spent 15 years together. That seemed as though that was many long years at that age. Love doesn't make someone last. He passed away young. He was only 48. Our baby was only 15 when my ex-husband passed. Our daughter 18.

My ex-husband, the father of our baby and me broke up when our baby was only 6 years old.

When number two came along, he was the perfect someone to help our baby grow up. Husband number two had a boy. He became my son and my two babys brother. The best part of that match was to have adopted a son.

We brought up three great adults. When the three went out to have freedom from the folks, the folks lost the common cause. That was when he threw out some sad comments that may have been true.

Was number two only to help my baby grow up? Maybe so. My thoughts were love. We felt love, and have no regrets now. 25 years ago we were separated and was made legal by early 1999.

When we talked about a legal contract, we talked about the want of another parent for our youth. Not unusual. Of course that would be majorly sought after for me to remarry.

When talk about not only me, but the deal was to get two youth, he agreed. Another parent was needed.

When he called me when out of town, my thoughts became clear when he asked where our daughter was when she was at a house that he was not aware of. "Don't know," was my answer. "Your job".

The phone dropped and he got the message. We were co-parents, and he needed to get on board. Our youth were the most valuable part of our togetherness.

We were together for 13 years and had 10 years of legal togetherness.

After our end happened, absolutely no way would the thought of a date happen for me. A buddy would work were my thoughts.

That wasn't the way that would go. My buddy became more. We got together in 2000. We wed in 2004.

He was the charm. Three means the charm! He had a daughter that was only 14 and remember my babys were grown. Husband number two helped me to go through those tough teen years and so wanted no more of that. We would not marry before her turning 18.

Now, together we would welcome grands and great grands. We would grow old together. No more work. Only play. Well, not really. We found lots of work at the homestead and away from home.

Number 3 has always been a great grandpa. The grands love to tease and play the "Grandpa's a monkey" game and the "What you are a nut" game and "The foot that talks" game and others.

We have watched them grow from baby to adult and love them at every stage.

Scooter, (real name has a not-to-be-used letter)the second one from the left on the sofa (rnhantbu - see above). The oldest, not wed, no baby. The fourth grand on the couch and she has 2 of our great-grands - one on her lap and the other on the left on the ottoman.

Then Autumn, seated center stage, her baby on the end of the sofa waves at Great Grandma. Back row, Brandon on the left. Logan on the other end. RNHANTBU center stage.

Paxton and Brynn are on both ends of the sofa for a total of 9 grands and 3 greatgrands that gathered at youngest son's house.

Our days are full. Our love strong. We can go on and on forever. We have many enjoyments together; motorcycles, 4-wheelers, a pop-up camper, recovery of 33 and 43 years.

Our babys are no longer babys. Our youngest grand was just 2 and we have one on the way, and our youngest great-grand just recently turned one. We expect many more of the great grands and have thoughts we may have no more grands.

We are at a count of 28 total grands after the one expected early next year.

We were on an early season motorcycle jaunt. Cold day, note the layers of sweaters and jacket. Probably 55 though. My max low temp to go out was always 50. The Charm does okay at 40.

He calls the motorcycle the "Blue Hulk". My thoughts are because he was 74 a few months ago, he should look at smaller motorcycles. Not the Charm!

My " L Red R Hood", the Charms name for my motorcycle; only a 1300 and gets to be too much for my young self. Thoughts of a drop down to an 800 we both had once. My daughter has one for sale now. Hubby says, "That sat around too long!"

We wanted to take a journey the week of July 4th on motorcycles but wasn't to be. Maybe next year. Other matters came before our journey.

Becky was wed August 2023. We drove to the place of the happy couples chapel. Several states away. We brought decor for the ceremony and party afterwards. Our truck was loaded.

Not fun for everyone. The Charm gave the town where we stayed the f you as we drove down the roadway. Much beauty to see. Not good for the truck, as our truck broke down and we needed to fly home and have the truck hauled home.

Love all loved ones and that means all my buddys too!