The Mist

Walking hand in hand the mist begins to slowly expel itself from the sky above but we don’t mind because it feels good to just be with each other. We walk along side of the river and we can see the mist turn into rain droplets dancing upon the river. We begin to run towards the shelter next to the large oak tree.

We are cold and we remove our clothes and hang them to dry as we take the blanket out of the basket with wine and cheese. We are not shy about our nakedness as we are comfortable with ourselves. You wrap your arms around me and the heat between our bodies warms both of us.

You lean me back on the straw bed and you kiss me gently as you hold me close and I return your kiss. I cannot keep my hand from touching the roughness of your well trimmed goatee and I move my hand to the side of your face and peer into your green eyes.

There is such desire in those eyes and you begin to move your hand over my damp breasts and down to the moistness of my personal space. I follow suit as I touch your chest and move my hand down to your hips and over your bare ass. You position yourself on top of me holding your weight off of me as you slide my legs open with yours.

You enter me slowly looking into my eyes and the passion is intense as you slowly make love to me. We make beautiful music together and then we lie side by side listening to the rain. We shared a moment only seen in the movies but the connection is undeniable as we are one, finally.

Finishing Touches

Big Rick was kind enough to take me to Home Depot so I could get the things needed to finish up making repairs around the house. A new bathroom ceiling of drywall, change a light fixture, replace the glass door on the closet, little things like that. I went yesterday and got some boxes from Krogers and I have started to pack up items that I will not need to use for quite some time.

My friend Ron from high school is going to come over and make the repairs that I cannot because of the lack of mobility in my arm. I cannot use a drill because it is to heavy for me to raise over my head so he will be doing a few repairs for me. It is so hard having to rely on someone else because I want the things done now but have to wait for his schedule.

I really hate having to ask someone else for help but I have no choice at this point. I have asked my son to help me and he has with certain things but others he just makes excuses. I do not want to anger him to the point that he might possibly hurt me again so I just let it go.

Most would tell me I am taking the easy way out with him but until someone has physically hurt you then you have no idea what fear lives inside. My back has two herniated discs from helping my husband when he lost his leg and my shoulder got tore up from an altercation with my son.

I still and always will love my son but he makes me so mad at times I just want to spit nails. He is going to learn the hard way that you cannot treat people poorly and he really treats me like shit quite a bit of the time. One day he is going to realize that his mother is all he has and he will regret treating the way he does.

To Excel

My daughter has always excelled in school and she has always been a student that put her school work first. She knows what she wants to do with her life and she works very hard which shows in her grades. The college has a great program which offers students with good great an opportunity to go to Washington D.C. and be an intern for a semester.

I have no doubt that she will be excepted into the program but she wants to wait until her last year of college. It is a great opportunity and will be so impressive on her resume. She will have no problem getting into law school and she will really grow by the experience.

She was an hour late from school the other day and I got really scared because her school is in Detroit. As a mother you never quit worrying about your children and yes fear will grab your heart when they are out in the real world with real evil and hateful people.

It will be hard not having her around but I want her to be her best and I would never ask her not to do something because of me. My son has decided to be a History teacher because he loves history so but he refuses to listen to me when I talk to him about taking AP classes which go towards college credits.

Our children are never alike 100% and my kids are like night and day, both with good and bad as I am. I just want them to be the best they can be and to be happy. I hope and pray that they reach their goals in life and I do believe both of them will in time.