Connie A Thompson

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My One Word For 2015

I love the beginning of a new project. I get excited. I make plans, detailed plans. I plunge in to do the work and then somewhere between the half-way and three-quarter mark, I lose interest, and it sits there untouched.

I went through a phase where I loved to crochet. I have an afghan that is two-thirds complete, and this wasn’t a huge afghan. It was for a baby. The baby turns three next month.

I began cross-stitching a wedding sampler for my son and his new bride. They’ll celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary this year.

My novel in progress (I have three) patiently waits for my return. My characters still mired in the catastrophes where I’ve placed them. They wait for me to write their happy endings or at least out of the muck.

I’m not making New Year’s resolutions I’m choosing a word to help guide me throughout the year. I first heard about My One Word ( last year. In 2014, I chose the word “focus.” It did help, but, of course, in my usual way, by July I didn’t give much thought to my chosen word except when glancing at the frame above my desk.

2015 will be my year to focus on finishing what I start.

Now finish the work, so that your eager willingness to do it may be matched by your completion of it, according to your means. 2 Corinthians 8:11 (NIV)

Celebrating Five Years and Counting

dsc_9076Many years ago a boy and girl first met at the local skating rink. She broke his heart. Years later they met again and they have been together ever since.


Five years ago on a sunny day they said “I do” on the sands of Jamaica.


Today we’ll be celebrating the fifth anniversary of my son and his lovely bride. I am so proud of these two. Ryan’s studying to be a chiropractor and will graduate later this year. Casey is a licensed massage therapist. They plan to work together once he graduates. For most couples, this would lead to the end of their marriage. I have faith in these two. They not only love one another, but they genuinely like each another as well.

I am so proud of them. Happy Anniversary! I hope you have many more.


Today for Sunday dinner, Casey has a special surprise for her husband for dessert. I’ll post a pic later.

I’ll be serving barbecue chicken, macaroni and cheese, green beans, mashed potatoes, creamed corn, and rolls.

National Compliment Day

Today is National Compliment Day. Have you given anyone a compliment today? Has anyone complimented you today?

Thank you for stopping by. You look wonderful.

A compliment can make your day, and giving a compliment can be just as wonderful as receiving one.

IMG_0120Every morning my day begins with the sweetest words from my husband, “Good Morning Beautiful.” My hair is all over the place, my teeth need brushing, and yet my day begins with great promise.

As I child my mother taught us the rhyme, sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me. I always thought that was preposterous. Words do hurt.

Have you read Gary Chapman’s The Five Languages of Love? One of the love languages is words of affirmation. If this is your love language, compliments are a major part of the way you show and receive love.

It’s National Compliment Day, get out there and give some compliments today.


On Being A Grandma: Happy Birthday Daniel!

First Photo

First Photo

When I found out my daughter was expecting, a coworker told me I would experience a love like I had never felt before. I didn’t think much about it until a few months later when I got to see my grandson, Daniel for the first time.

There he was in a bassinet only minutes old. The nurse wanted to get him upstairs; his sugar was low. And no wonder since he was 9lbs. 4oz. and his mother had not had anything to eat for twenty-four hours. He was hungry.


First photo with Grandma

In that second of looking into his eyes for the first time, I had a wave of emotion roll over me. I’d felt something similar after giving birth to my own son and daughter, and yet this was different. This would be the child I would look forward to having fun with.


First Professional Portrait

Now I had fun with my kids, but this would be different. The responsibility of raising a child hangs over you. You’re sleep deprived. You’re scared. You don’t know what to do, and the hospital sends you home with this little one. There isn’t an instruction manual although there are many good books. Everyone has advice to give and it often conflicts with other advice you’ve been given.


Daniel with his Mommy

Last night we met for dinner. His face lit up with a smile. He took my hand, and we walked into the restaurant. He ate his dinner and then provided the entertainment. He mimics anything you say, unless you try to get him to. He can pitch a fit. He will test you when you say don’t touch, he’ll look at you, grin, and then hold his fingers out.

Every doctor’s visit they say he’ll be tall, he’s in the top percentile for height, and he’s as tall as many three-year-olds. Can you believe anyone from my lineage can be tall? I’m not even 5 feet. Last week at daycare, they were ushering all the children back into the toddler room. It seems Daniel can now reach the doorknob, and he led the charge into the big kids room.

Daniel with Great Great Grandma

Daniel with Great Great Grandma

Each time I hold him in my arms, I wonder if my grandmothers felt this way. One has passed, and the other suffers with memory loss. I wish I could ask them.


Mourning Dawn


8/26/1968 – 4/5/1988


Mourning Dawn


As rain falls

on this gray morning,


my mother leans

against the peeling paint,

her body wedged


between two blue hydrangeas,


the only landscaping

in our bleak yard.


Her face, wet with tears

and rain,


mourning her daughter,