More perspective

Last night was a wonderful opportunity to enjoy my Hubby at his best -- playing music with someone he really connects with in front of a very appreciative audience of other serious musicians. I am continually amazed at his talent, and so so grateful to have the opportunity to experience this kind of life with him. Music has always been essential to the quality of my life -- I don't get people who say they're 'not into music'. To me that's like saying they're not into oxygen.

Hubby sounded fantastic, we got to hear several other artists who were also pretty awesome, and Hubby got to schmooze and hand out lots of business cards. He was as happy as I've ever seen him, and he told me so when we got home last night. Knowing that there have been periods in his life when he's not been able to pursue his muse makes me even happier to participate in this phase of his life. I hope I can help him to realize his dreams -- anyone with his talent deserves to be celebrated and appreciated and supported. I believe with all my heart that he's poised on the edge of something big, and I want him to reach for the stars.

On a completely separate note, my mother seems to be making a greater effort to stay in touch with me without needing me to do something. She made the offhand comment to me that she'd said to my crazy sister that they never call me unless they need something. I don't think she really meant to say that to me, but it was very telling.

I still find this hard to accept, but the little girl in me is very welcoming of this gesture. Mom doesn't understand why I don't feel that she likes me, and I don't know that I can explain it with specific examples, at least not now. When things happen that indicate to me that she disapproves or is in some other way critical of me, it all becomes clear. But when she's sweet to me, acts like she actually cares about me and my life, I tend to forget the bad stuff. Here's to hoping there are lots more of these 'forgetful' days. I'd like to not be afraid of or dread interacting with my mother. I am cautiously optimistic that that can happen.

Just spoke with my sweet Brother on the phone -- his 15 year old stepdaughter is coming to spend her spring break with us in a few weeks, and I'm really looking forward to having her company. She's a very sweet, and apparently fairly naive young lady, and I know we'll have a marvelous time together. The plan was to meet in Memphis to make the 'exchange', but now they've decided they're going to fly her here. So no Memphis trip, unfortunately, but we can do that another time. I need to get to Memphis and see people. It's been a long time since I've been there, and ah needs me some BBQ!!!

Much love to you people out there who check out this rambling mess from time to time. Hope it's a great one for you all. :)

WIP