To be loved
I am currently at my parent’s house for a two night visit with kids and pup in tow. Now that I live near, these little visits can become the norm, and the ebb and flow of the day can be natural, versus forced because we’re on borrowed time. I tried to blog yesterday via my cell phone and found that my technology skills are best served on a regular ‘ole laptop. I am giving myself “credit” for missing a day and allowing the ‘trying’ to count.
I spent the bulk of today scanning a smattering of family photos to be able to create a slide show highlighting the 50 years my parents have shared. It is fascinating to see the transformation of our family and our looks over the years. The one thing that is constant though, is the evidence that I was well loved and I witnessed lasting love throughout my life.
I owe a lot of my confidence, outlook on life, focus on possibilities, ability to connect, commitment to my husband and many more personal aspects to the fact that my family extended an enormous amount of love to me. I am truly grateful and somewhat overwhelmed to fully acknowledge this about my life.
I DO know what it means to love and be loved and the solid foundation was secured by my loving parents, Pam and Frank Hilton.
To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.