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OK so I was talking about Mary and the shoes when I had a panic attack and realized I was suppose to bring her shoes to her, the only pair she had to wear to school. I promised and I almost forgot, rule #1 dont ever break a promise.
O.k. now back to the story, so here we are in the closet and I have 100 pairs of shoes and Mary wants to wear the black formal pumps, 1st of all they are 10 sizes bigger then her feet so I try to tell her, no, you wont be able to walk in those, she showed me I was wrong, then I said well if you want to wear a pair of mine, how about these sandals or these flat ones or..... and she said, no these are the ones that I want to wear. Ok I get it. It doesnt matter what color they are or if they match her dress. They make her feel pretty, they make her feel special.
The black formal pumps that are 10 sizes to big to match the little beautiful pink sundress, perfect!!!! It really doesn't matter, dont sweat the small stuff and it's all small stuff, right? Now we are going thru the store to find a basket and some flowers, she said I want to wear these shoes so I can kick them off like this,(as she flung the shoe off) and walk barefooted when we get on the beach, just like you.Thank you Mary!
So here we are clomping around the store, some people smile, some people laugh and some people roll there eyes. It tells me alot about where they are at in their lives at that moment. I just smiled, just as big as Mary was smiling. I told the lady at the checkout after she made a comment about them, I said isnt it amazing how such a small thing can make someone so happy? she said oh yes and she is happy.
So we are looking for a basket, yeah that's right. The basket, well they dont have any baskets, it's not Easter. So Mary says we can make something. I said well we dont have much time. As we walk past the gift bags she says let use one of those, I said well lets keep looking, she said but I like that one, and points to this purple bag with some picture on the front of something in glitter, any way, I thought we dont have the luxury of time, so be it. Then we got this frilly looking thing to hang on it to match Mary's dress. She was happy as can be.
Now were in another store looking for some flowers, we didnt find many to choose from, except they have Roses put together like 1 or 6 or 12 and I thought, I dont want to buy all that just to tear them apart. So I told Mary lets just get this one rose to use and I have flowers at home that we could use the petals off as well , so we buy one single rose that has baby's breath and greens and all that. So Mary and my son used the flowers that were already starting to lose the petals at home to put in her flower bag. We were on the way to the wedding and I'm thinking did we forget anything? Shit, the flower bag, wheres the flower bag? we search the limo and no flowers. Thats when I realized right before I left the house I set the bag of petals down and forgot them. Thats ok we still have the one single rose that we were gonna use and that will be enough, right, wrong again. Mary says" no, we cant use the rose that was for my Mom." I started to tell her, No we were gonna and I shut up right in mid sentence and said, that's right, it's ok we can find something at the beach and use that. Mary, Mary, thank-you! Thank-you so much for helping me to keep it simple and helping me to remember what the whole thing was about in the first place. She created it. She came to me from up above. I'm glad I was open to see how much I could learn from her.
I have to tell you one of the best parts of the whole thing, as I allowed myself 3 extra hours on purpose to take care of anything Mary wanted to do because I wanted to get to know her and treat her really really special, I planned it this way. I realized that would be the biggest challenge . I stopped and did everything she wanted and when we were walking out the door, she says "does it always take you this long to get ready?" PRICELESS,
I love you Mary, Thank-you!
P.S. that nite when I got home sure enough the bag was sitting right where I left it and as I was thinking about wonderful Mary and the flower for her Mom. I looked a little closer at the glitter on the bag and it said "this is no day for sensible shoes" with a picture of a beautiful glittery formal looking high heel. and it wasnt till that very moment I got it! I cried
Again Thank you Mary
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Posted by trevorjohn on 2007-11-12 15:25:27 | Rating: | Views: 136
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Oh good God in Heaven...I am crying too.
If we could all see the world through the eyes of a child.
This story did just that for me.
I saw the world through the eyes of a child again.
Beautiful.
Thank you Mary...and I am talking to the one who wrote this.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-11-12 16:56:34
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Thank-you!
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Posted by trevorjohn
on 2007-11-12 19:19:09
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I just wanted you to know, that I thought of this all evening yesterday.
It really gave me new insight on life.
One of the best stories I have ever read on these blog sites.
There is something about this story.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-11-13 12:32:48
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I'm so happy to hear that, because I have gotten so many things from you. Like I have said, I have gotten so much from you Difficultsoul, that I'm not sure if anyone else can see the words your writing, you may be something I am creating, because I need to hear your words! Thank-you!
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Posted by trevorjohn
on 2007-11-13 15:30:51
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See?
I had to come and read it again.
This story has purged so much grown up drama out of my head.
I want to be the flower girl...and wear black pumps. hehe.
Will you call me Mary?
This story and your pink page just lifts my spirits to the heights of recess time!
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-11-13 23:42:37
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