For my Husband on Valentine’s Day

by Mollianne on February 14, 2014

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To my dearest Ed, my amazing Rocket Man.

You are the man who had the courage to believe it’s never too late to live happily ever after. With me!

You are a man whose integrity inspires me, whose fidelity guards our vows, in whom honor is exemplified, who lives out his love daily and whose faith is a rock.

You are not my friend. You are so much more to me than a friend. Your name is elevated far above that of friend.  It is sacred, so sacred that we exchanged vows before God and our children, exchanged rings and signed papers before I could claim you as such.


You are my husband.

You are the one who turns me into we.

My lover {and I really, really like that part! }, my dearest companion.

Sharer of your name, your home, your heart and your life.

Giver of sparkly gifts, .357 magnums, rides on a motorcycle, hub caps, and kisses whenever I want them.

You’ve taken not only me, but also my family as your own. {And perhaps you deserve a medal for that!}

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You are my forever Valentine.

My forever Love.

You are the beat of my heart, the melody to which I sing harmony.

In your arms, where I fall asleep each night and wake up each morning, I find peace and safety and comfort. And love.

There is no person on earth I would rather spend my life with…no place I’d rather be than by your side.

Every day, you say to me, “I love you”.

Every. Single. Day.

Every day, you speak words of encouragement and strength and blessing into my life.

Every. Single. Day.

Every day, you live out your love to me not only in your words, but also  in your deeds.

Every. Single. Day.

And every day…

Every. Single. Day.

I love you more deeply and in ways I never imagined.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.

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When Dreams Collide

by Mollianne on October 10, 2013

In case you hadn’t noticed, its football season. We’re big fans of SEC football here in the Camelot subdivision.  Saturdays find us in front of a television, ordering our lives around kickoff times and cheering on our University of Georgia Bulldogs. Its how we roll.

So perhaps you’ll forgive me if I use a football analogy.

Consider the offense.  Its job is to score  touchdowns.  Short of that, to move the ball up the field to give the special teams the best possible opportunity to kick a field goal. If that is unattainable, then to punt the ball far enough back to give the opposing team poor field position when its offense comes to the line.

Consider the defense. Its job is to keep the opposing team from scoring. To tackle, block the kicks, sack the quarterback, hold the line, and if at all possible to create a turnover so it can retire to the bench and bring its own offense back out to the line of scrimmage.

Here’s the deal.  To score on offense is an admirable, lofty goal.  Especially if it is my team scoring. But to stop the offensive is an equally admirable and lofty goal. Especially if my defense is shutting down your offense. Those two fundamentals are the essence of the game.

The football field is a place where dreams collide.  Everybody wants to win. Years ago, a game could end in a tie. No longer true.  The teams have to slog it out on the field until somebody wins.

Another analogy. Football plays a role in this one as well. The Rocket Man is from Georgia.  He didn’t attend the University of Georgia, but has been a lifelong Bulldog fan. {Both of us attended smaller colleges…too small to have football teams} When we married, I adopted his team .  Its fun to have a team.  In the state of Alabama, I think it is mandatory to have a team. People get ugly if you don’t have a team. I digress.

We have traveled to see the Dawgs  play away games several times over the past few years.  We have never seen them play at home.  Its a long distance for us, plus…getting tickets?   I’m not ready to sell a kidney to see a game.

But this year…this year something delightful happened.  We have friends who are UGA graduates and who hold season tickets.  Their children have all gone off to college and they have retained all 4 of their tickets. They invited us to attend the first home game with them. Oh! My! Word!

To see our team play Between the Hedges! We inhaled the sweetness of a dream come true!

Right until we exhaled. Because we knew it would be impossible. It all had to do with business ethics, writing proposals and winning government contracts.  Which in Rocket Man’s case, will keep people employed. Himself included. It was not going to happen.

We had to turn down the opportunity. At least this time.

Dreams collide.

Certainly on the field of play where both teams want to win. The dreams of victory an offense pursues are often squashed by the dreams of defeat as executed by the opposing team’s defense.

Our dream of attending a home game collided with reality as we live out the big dream of life.

Some of my dreams {other than attending a football game}have collided recently. Actually, they’ve been colliding for some time and I’ve been stuck in a whirlwind between the dreams.

I’ve tried to live them all and in doing so have done poorly at most of them.

I’m taking time to reevaluate those dreams, visions, goals and pursuits. I feel it is time to put a few of my dreams aside for a time. Some, maybe for good. To make time for other equally important dreams.

This blog is one of the dreams I’m laying aside for a whilel.  I love this dream. I’m just not able to do what I want with it. I’m stuck in a place where I think a lot about writing…but seldom write. The dream of writing has collided with dreams of having a well-ordered home, domestic tranquility and the reality of holding a full-time and somewhat demanding job.

So, for the time being, I’m shutting down.  I’m not closing for good, but I’m putting it to rest for a spell.  A sort of letting go until later. Maybe.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to those of you who read and have left kind words for me. I appreciate it more than words can possibly express. I’m truly grateful for your encouragement.

I’ll leave with the same words I used to say to my precious Neenie when we parted.

We didn’t say, “Goodbye.”  We said…

‘Till the next time.




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