It has been an eventful week for me.

I have officially "retired" from working....or so my former employers are calling it.  Friday was my last day at FBCR, and now I'm blessed to be putting the finishing touches on my wedding with Glenn.  It will be a small ceremony on February 19th at FBCR, more from a praise ceremony style, than a traditional style.  Leave it to me to step outside the box and try something a little different.  My only prayer is that God will be glorified, and family and friends will see how God has given me someone very special to share my future with.  It wasn't quite the original plan 36 years ago, but Mike completed his mission God sent him here to do, and somehow I need to do my job as faithfully as he did.

Today I attempted the daunting task of packing up Mike's clothes and items.  For months I hadn't the strength to do this...but I'm realized keeping things the same couldn't work anymore, and ready or not, this step was necessary.  The kids have slowly taken a few of Mike's treasures, which was hard watching, but I knew they would be having a piece of their dad that way and perhaps that would help their healing process.  Hanging on to Mike's clothes kind of kept a part of him with me for a little.  Smelling his clothes or even putting them on was a huge comfort.  But...with a new marriage soon, I needed to get through this next step.  It was tearing me up doing it alone, so Glenn came over to help me.  We cried together, as he knows all too well what this feeling was like, since he had to do this himself a couple of months ago.

So, with boxes everywhere and some extra time on my hands to accomplish a few things, I just may make some progress finishing things up this coming week, between doctor appointments, etc.

Less than two weeks away.........!