Day 107-IBMC#9-Rebirth

The Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge number 9 is all about seeing something through a baby’s eyes. Experiencing something as if for the very first time.

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“The task is if you were to see something with a fresh new perspective, what would it be?”

My husband, before we met
My husband, before we met

Aaaahhh, the crystal blue eyes, that sometimes turn green-depending on the shirt he’s wearing. Eyes I fell in love with.

The frown lines on his once smooth forehead, as I lay awake-staring into his handsome face. A brow bone now scarred from the surgery he just had to remove the skin cancer that was present.

His hair, now mixed with gray, that used to be a blonde so blonde, it was almost white.

His cute nose, once line free, now with a slight scar running up the inside curve to meet the part of it on the brow bone-from the same surgery.

They are fading though, and someday soon, it will be like they were never there, save the memory of how close he came to permanent loss, of skin, bone-who knows? Now, we’ll never have to.

The build, once slim and lanky, now larger, more muscular and with a bit more around the belly, still strong and confident, but with the aches and pains that come with age.

The hands- also scarred from years of physical work, showing the signs of aging, stiffer but still strong as an ox, tender when they need to be.

The man I love, and have for thirty one years, still as handsome to me as the day we met, he is my rock, my strength, my soulmate, as true to me as I am to him and I will go to my grave (hopefully first) loving him.

Funny thing is, the day I first laid eyes on him, he looked familiar-like someone else I had loved (or thought I did) from my past, but as he came closer, I realized this was not the case, and as we walked out on the dance floor and I stared into those beautiful eyes, these were eyes I could keep staring into forever.

Day106-IBMC#8-The Nursery Rhyme Challenge

The Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge number 8: The Nursery Rhyme Challenge.

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“You will pick a nursery rhyme and make a new interpretation of it. You are free to make edits to that rhyme and then give it an interpretation. The only ultimate restriction is that there has to be a rhyme and a new context to it.”

Old rhyme: Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

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New rhyme: Writer writer, pen in hand

Can you craft new words from sand

Dream up something bold and new

Find the star that’s born in you!

I took and old rhyme and gave it a new twist about how hard it is to be a writer, pulling words out of thin air to craft something fresh and interesting and become famous for it.

 

Day 102-IBMC#4-Haiku

It is time for part four in the Incredible Blogger’s Marathon Challenge and I am supposed to interpret a Haiku. Ugh! Well, I will try, even though poetry is not my strong suit.

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I am to choose one of the 5  given Haikus and either build a story around it, continue it with your own or interpret it in your own words.

I chose number four: love lasts for a while-when the while is forever-forever looks a while

My interpretation is that marriage is supposed to be forever, loving each other as long as you are together, which seems like forever, because it is in the life of the relationship. Does it feel like forever, no, because you are in love.

 

 

Day 100-IBMC #2-Freeze A Photo

Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge #2
Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge #2

As I celebrate 100 days of my 365 day writing project on this here blog, I submit to you the second of ten posts in the ICBM challenge. Today’s challenge is to “pick up a photograph and describe the memories associated with it.”

My Mom with my firstborn, Sean
My Mom with my firstborn, Sean

This photo reminds me of happier days with my Mom, here, she’s holding my first born son, Sean-she ended up raising him, but that’s another story for a different day. Since she is gone, I just want to be reminded of how happy she was to have someone new in her life to love. You can see it in her face, it was love at first sight, regardless of how she felt about the situation which brought him into this world. I myself, was exited and proud as a peacock to have my baby, who was a mini-me if there ever was one, and ready for the challenge of raising my son on my own. Alas, this was not to be. That doesn’t matter as it turns out, as much as seeing the joy in her face and remembering a time when she was truly happy, before she got sick. I miss her so much.  I love her smile and the memory of Sean, when he was a tiny, innocent, trusting soul-dependent on us to take care of his needs. Wow, I just realized (not really) he’s now 34, and not much has changed. 😉