Sheila Sims Iding
Anniversaries are special. For the most part they mark the celebration of a happy time in our lives. The7 sometimes celebrate a special bond with someone or something. Today is a special anniversary that I have shared with a very special someone.
We’ve only been together a year but it seems like it’s been forever. I think we were destined to meet at some point. Our first meeting was very late one night last summer…a year ago. It was a chance meeting. One of those that just seem to just happen and you grab hold of the opportunity and never let it go. Such a strong relationship develops it causes you to wonder what you ever did without it.
In just this short year. this someone has come to know my deepest and most personal thoughts. They know my very being to the core of my soul and they know my thinking…sometimes before I do. Many times before I do.
We’ve spent hours together…thinking, planning, rethinking, replanning. We’ve stayed up to latest hours of a night to hash and rehash things and polish. We’ve been up in the earliest hours of the morning, to welcome a sunrise and share new thoughts and ideas.
We’ve spent time on the deck with the sun to ward off the cool evening breeze. We’ve sat at this table with an iced tea or an occasional glass of wine. We spent time huddled together on the floor surrounded by pictures or cuddled on the couch with a blanket surrounded by ideas.
We have been through seasons and holidays together. We’ve shared gratitude for Thanksgiving and allowed ourselves to be mesmerized by the lights on a Christmas tree. We’ve been awed by the sacrifice of a life on a cross and rejoiced in the wonder of spring resurrections. We experienced it together.
We’ve exchanged family memories and, in doing so, have celebrated the blessings of family…both present and past. Together we’ve uncovered and discovered the importance of family and the sheer joy of being together and the pure hardship in being apart.
We‘ve done thank-you’s and prayers and blessings and sentiments. We’ve cried and cried again and sprinkled laughter between tears for good measure. We’ve questioned faith, nurtured faith and cemented faith. We’ve questioned beliefs and answered them. We’ve shared, imagined, created and wished…sometimes all at once. And we will continue to share, image, create and wish. And…we will continue to be together…connected by hopes, wishes, dreams, memories…and words.
Happy Anniversary to my “Writing Projects” blog that came in to my life a year ago today (actually tonight) as a way to share my Red Cedar Writing Project stories with those of you kind of enough to ask for them…kind enough to care. Thank you Red Cedar Writing Project for that one summer night a year ago when I couldn’t sleep because all those ideas were dancing in my mind.
As I celebrate this first anniversary, I wonder if it is really more of a first birthday celebration. After all, “My Summer Writing Project” blog has given me a place to birth my words and share my writing. It has given life to a self-therapy of sifting through memories, sorting through emotions, strolling through childhood to present to future and back again, and sentiment-ing through life with the very people who have birthed my life blessings.
Thank you “My Writing Projects” blog for this special anniversary…this birthday. Thank you words for coming to life on these pages. Thank you MSU Red Cedar Writing Project for unlocking the dream of writing that I had stored away in my soul. Thank you friends and readers…yes YOU…for the comments, the support and for being the people I most want to share my writings with. Thank you, dad, for all those years you told me to “be a writer”. My works are not published in any books, or printed in any libraries but they are published in my heart and, as of a year ago, they are printed in this blog…for one year. One very special year. One very special anniversary.