So, this is me....trying out my "new" look. I'm wearing a wrap around apron that I made myself. My hair is up in a "snood" or crocheted hair net if your prefer to call it that. All I need now are the big pearl earrings to complete the look!

I love these things and they look so much more elegant than a regular old hairnet or hat !

So, the first step in finding myself is creating my own style! What do ya think so far?

Time to brighten up the place!!! Hopefully you'll be seeing a new me in a fews days...
Just thought I'd let you know!

Have a great one!

Lisa

My husband's fight with cancer is over now.

I kinda lost interest in blogging about my life over the past few months as caring for my husband took priority. He left my arms on March 20th at 4:50 pm. and entered into the open arms of Jesus.

Marty is a very special man. He is more than my husband. He is my best friend and the other half of me. He really is the better half of me. Some think that is a cliché but in this case it’s true.

Marty’s battle was hard fought. He never gave up. Never shied away from any of it. Even when he felt too tired to even think straight, he was making sure everyone around him was happy and safe.

He told me that as long as I kept smiling he knew he would be ok. Most of the time, I could. With him it was always easy to see the good side. But, once in a while I did cry and he lifted me by telling me the footprints poem and how he envisioned himself in God’s arms. He knew he was being taken care of. If he wasn’t worried then I shouldn’t be. Taking care of him is what kept that smile on my face and the joy in my heart. I wasn’t comfortable unless we were together. We were a team. We complimented and completed each other.

Marty had a strong relationship with God. He didn’t get angry because he wasn’t being healed. He felt God had a purpose with all of this and it was in his timing. He kept saying someday we will understand, but Marty already knows. The rest of us will just have to wait to find out.

It’s fitting that he left us on the first day of spring. He loved this time of year when everything is turning green and coming alive again. He would have had the garden tilled up and anxiously ready for the planting. He loved watching the seedlings sprout. A friend reminded me of that by saying spring brings with it new life and that is exactly what Marty has now - A new life where he is healed and rejoicing.

I couldn’t have asked for God to have given me a more special man to love and cherish and I will always do just that. He’ll be a part of me forever and I know we will be together again.