I was single for 35 years before my second marriage and I can remember during those years wondering why I couldn't find anyone. I'd look at people who were matched up and wonder how in the world do they have someone and I don't?
Truth be told I wasn't ready for my person or my person wasn't ready to find me. So the years kept rolling along to the point even my daughter was shocked when I announced that I was getting married. I was 59 and God sent my person.
What I didn't realize at the time but well know now is just how much I would need my person just a few short years later. I had started to have a hard time breathing in my 50's but I got around o.k. and it wasn't too big of a problem but as the 60's came along it kept getting worse and now at 70 I am gasping walking a short distance and I am talking couch to bathroom, bed to kitchen and this is with a walker to lean on more for moral support than balance.
I can't tell you all just how much of a help Tourist is to me, I feel guilty not being able to do more but not being able to breathe I have no energy as the oxygen isn't going through my blood the way it needs to give me the energy I need. It is so frustrating not to be able to do the things I used to do.
I won't even talk about how I could shop until my teenage daughter dropped begging to go home or multiple activities on a vacation where she was begging to stop. For me to just do something simple like change sheets on a bed it takes between 15 to 20 minutes because I have to sit and rest to catch my breath and the last time the two beds were made Jerry did it.
God knew I was going to need help and he sent such a sweet willing man to help me. I tell him all the time I appreciate him so much and feel so guilty at the same time knowing what I was and what I am now.
I have mowed yards and loved it, painted walls and loved it, started remodeling projects and loved it, done loads of laundry because it needed to be done, cleaned other peoples houses for extra money and worked so hard for so long that it just kills me not to be able to do the simple things.
But again I am so thankful to God for bringing Jerry into my life and thankful for my husband who works so hard to take care of me. God does know what we need even before we need it. He knew I needed Tourist.
Truth be told I wasn't ready for my person or my person wasn't ready to find me. So the years kept rolling along to the point even my daughter was shocked when I announced that I was getting married. I was 59 and God sent my person.
What I didn't realize at the time but well know now is just how much I would need my person just a few short years later. I had started to have a hard time breathing in my 50's but I got around o.k. and it wasn't too big of a problem but as the 60's came along it kept getting worse and now at 70 I am gasping walking a short distance and I am talking couch to bathroom, bed to kitchen and this is with a walker to lean on more for moral support than balance.
I can't tell you all just how much of a help Tourist is to me, I feel guilty not being able to do more but not being able to breathe I have no energy as the oxygen isn't going through my blood the way it needs to give me the energy I need. It is so frustrating not to be able to do the things I used to do.
I won't even talk about how I could shop until my teenage daughter dropped begging to go home or multiple activities on a vacation where she was begging to stop. For me to just do something simple like change sheets on a bed it takes between 15 to 20 minutes because I have to sit and rest to catch my breath and the last time the two beds were made Jerry did it.
God knew I was going to need help and he sent such a sweet willing man to help me. I tell him all the time I appreciate him so much and feel so guilty at the same time knowing what I was and what I am now.
I have mowed yards and loved it, painted walls and loved it, started remodeling projects and loved it, done loads of laundry because it needed to be done, cleaned other peoples houses for extra money and worked so hard for so long that it just kills me not to be able to do the simple things.
But again I am so thankful to God for bringing Jerry into my life and thankful for my husband who works so hard to take care of me. God does know what we need even before we need it. He knew I needed Tourist.