...and contentment is what I'm after.
Blessed is he who is content with his situation.
Contentment is an attractive color on anyone.
He who is content is fortunate above all else.
Contentment begets contentment.
It's not that I don't want a lot;
or hope for more;
or dream of more.
But giving thanks for what I've got
makes me so much happier than keeping score.
Instead of wishing for a new house, a chance to move, a fresh start, I am focusing on only one thing these days: Contentment.
With the housing market the way it is, with the federal budget on the verge of collapse, the Leining family will stay put for now. And we will be happy about it.
There's no need to feel sorry for us - this was mutually agreed upon by all members involved. Our dreams of moving on are merely hibernating for the time being. They are still alive and breathing, only for now they are breathing the warm, cozy air of contentment.
Plus, our friends here are more valuable than the net proceeds we may or may not pocket from the sale of our house.
Some things are just more important. And I, for one am choosing to see them today. While maybe not full-on rose colored, the view from the land of contentment is at least tinged with pink.
May you see blessings all around you this day is my wish,
Sylva Leining
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Eighteen!
I just celebrated my eighteenth anniversary. The hubs and I have been together for as long as we were with our own parents and siblings. I never thought this day would come, simply because I never thought I would be this old. And truthfully, the world being what it is, how many marriages last half this long?
But we have! And what's better, I can honestly say that I love him more today than I did on our wedding day eighteen years ago.
The roller-coaster of daily life will do that to you. As we plummet, dip, bank, or climb, it's nice to have a companion to cling to. And when that companion is rock-solid, and can endure my screams with patience and understanding, of course my love for him will deepen.
We have a lot of fun together. He lives to travel. (I actually meant to type 'He loves to travel, but he lives to travel too.)
We have had some of the greatest adventures together! I love that he gets restless every now and then. So restless in fact, that after spending the week of Spring Break in Mexico and arriving back home at 10:00 at night after a full day of traveling, he immediately got on the computer to see how many frequent flyer miles he had and where we could go next. I dig this about him - my husband of eighteen years.
Here's to eighteen + more years together!
Here's to more adventures.
And dare I say, more roller-coaster rides!
The man is a blessing! I don't know how I got so lucky!
-Sylva Leining
But we have! And what's better, I can honestly say that I love him more today than I did on our wedding day eighteen years ago.
The roller-coaster of daily life will do that to you. As we plummet, dip, bank, or climb, it's nice to have a companion to cling to. And when that companion is rock-solid, and can endure my screams with patience and understanding, of course my love for him will deepen.
We have a lot of fun together. He lives to travel. (I actually meant to type 'He loves to travel, but he lives to travel too.)
We have had some of the greatest adventures together! I love that he gets restless every now and then. So restless in fact, that after spending the week of Spring Break in Mexico and arriving back home at 10:00 at night after a full day of traveling, he immediately got on the computer to see how many frequent flyer miles he had and where we could go next. I dig this about him - my husband of eighteen years.
Here's to eighteen + more years together!
Here's to more adventures.
And dare I say, more roller-coaster rides!
The man is a blessing! I don't know how I got so lucky!
-Sylva Leining
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Good Kids part II
My son has a loud personality. It's like thunder-loud. And this is unique because he is deaf. Most people think that people who live in a world of silence are also quiet. This is a misconception of the greatest kind.
My son is loud.
And he was recently gone for a week. He took a trip back to Washington DC to compete in the Academic Bowl National Championship held at Gallaudet University.
While he was away, my home was quiet.
My daughter, who can hear, lives with earbuds firmly planted into her skull, and with Beatles tunes playing on an endless loop.
But, being weirded out by the quiet, I decided to remove her from the 1960s, took out said earbuds and request her company in the 21st century. She came willingly, bless her soul.
Mom and daughter spent many glorious days eating ice cream, making jewelry, singing Beatles songs (since she can't stand to be away from the Fab Four for too long), and giggling about the boy she likes who texts her until midnight most nights.
Her personality is not quite as loud as her brother's, but she is equally funny, witty, intelligent, clever, and silly.
She is a delight. An honest-to-goodness Angel who came to a family with a high-needs brother, and who learned sign language so well, that she, too, had to go to speech therapy.
She is a tender-hearted gift from above. I am honored to be her mother.
And I have to wonder, How did I get so lucky?
Sylva
My son is loud.
And he was recently gone for a week. He took a trip back to Washington DC to compete in the Academic Bowl National Championship held at Gallaudet University.
While he was away, my home was quiet.
My daughter, who can hear, lives with earbuds firmly planted into her skull, and with Beatles tunes playing on an endless loop.
But, being weirded out by the quiet, I decided to remove her from the 1960s, took out said earbuds and request her company in the 21st century. She came willingly, bless her soul.
Mom and daughter spent many glorious days eating ice cream, making jewelry, singing Beatles songs (since she can't stand to be away from the Fab Four for too long), and giggling about the boy she likes who texts her until midnight most nights.
Her personality is not quite as loud as her brother's, but she is equally funny, witty, intelligent, clever, and silly.
She is a delight. An honest-to-goodness Angel who came to a family with a high-needs brother, and who learned sign language so well, that she, too, had to go to speech therapy.
She is a tender-hearted gift from above. I am honored to be her mother.
And I have to wonder, How did I get so lucky?
Sylva
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