When Is Snacktime?

DEer tEechR,

Please don't worry,

no need for affright,

you might not remember, 

but we don't bite. 

That's just an old rumor,

from those who know not,

they think we are babies,

and that we're just tots.

But don't you remember-

we know PLENTY enough,

like how to pretend,

share, take turns and stuff.

We give smiles and bear hugs

and we try not to cry.

We come in with excitement,

'til it's time to say bye.

We are busy and learning-

and making new friends,

and we love to show off 

our new snaggle-tooth grins.

Sometimes we will jump

 to show our urgency,

and you'll know that look-

it's an EMERGENCY!

You'll tell us it's OK,

accidents just happen.

Even the teacher has them sometimes,

just like children.

Do you still like to dance,

play the piano, and sing?

We hope you still do

'cause we love ALL those things.

We DON'T like to nap though,

'cause we're all growed up.

We really like candy,

a whole, whole, WHOLE bunch!

Do NOT be afraid, teacher.

You'll see, it's all good.

We'll help you the first day,
just like we should.

We'll let you take nap time,

if you so desire...

'cause we know that teachers

sometimes get real tired.

And each day when you

send us home for the night,

we promise our bestest -

we WILL NOT bite.

LUv,

yer nOo

KindrgArtenrs

©2011tbowenblog

Welcome to our Meeting, Tammy!

I've been a daughter, a granddaughter,

a niece, and a cousin for 52 years...

I've been a sister for 48 years.

I've played the piano for 45 years

.

I've been a Christian for 43 years.

I've been a woman for 34 years.

(baby, child, teenager before that in

case you were wondering..)

I've been a wife for 30 years.

I've been an OSU alum for 30 years. 

I've been a snow skier for 29 years.

I've been a teacher for 25 years

(I took some time off with my kids)

I've been a mom for 25 years.

I've been an aunt for 16 years.

I've been an empty-nester for  2 years.

I've been a blogger for almost 6 months.

I've been Diet Mountain Dew-free for 36 hours.

 

Hello.   My name is Tammy.

I am a Diet Mountain Dew-aholic.

©2011tbowenblog

Pay Attention to the Signs

Grow old with me, 

the best is yet to be.

I have a sign with that saying in my house.

I see it every day.

But I don't think about it very often.

Spending time taking care of my husband

this past month

has made me take note of that sign...

and just exactly what it means.

When I fell in love with my better half,

I thought that I really just couldn't love him

any more, ever, than I did right then.

I proved it wrong as we dated for many years, 

then got married, 

then had two beautiful boys,

spent years raising those boys,

and now have settled in,

slowly but surely,

to life as empty-nesters 

and 

back to just the two of us.

I couldn't love him any more than I do right now.

I've joked a little about having to

take care of things I'm not use to doing,

and getting to be the boss

while he's been out of pocket this last month, 

after surgery then recuperating at home.

But in all truthfulness,

I have considered it my privilege to care for him...

Caring for him is like caring for me.

When he hurts, I try to fix it.

When he is down, I try to lift him up.

When he feels sad, I try to be the strong one and tell him it's ok.

We were, are, and always will be 

a team.

A team of two who works as one.

Yin and Yang.

Tried and True.

'Til death do us part.

Being a caregiver is no easy task. 

But I know many who have to do much more,

and for a lot longer.

My mother-in-law...

dear friends who's husband's rely on them daily...

parents who have children with special needs...

and many more.

My husband is one of my heroes.

He is so loving,

giving, positive,

happy-go-lucky.

I've never heard him complain once in

36 years about having Type 1 diabetes.

That's how he is.

He's a trooper,

a real man,

and just happens to be the love of my life.

I am so blessed when I am 

able to take care of him...

and yes,

I think the best is yet to be.