love haight

I'm a very small person with a rather large mouth and a busy brain. I'm a wanderer. a button pusher. a song signer. a laugh maker. a question asking. Wanderer.
And now for the ring- Jeez…thinking about this gets me a little emotional. Tim couldn’t have been more thoughtful in choosing a ring to give me.  Even if he presented me with the hope diamond, it just wouldn’t come close to feeling the way this one does on my finger, and in my heart. This beautiful shiny belonged to Tim’s mother, Joy.  I know she was a kind-faced, and hearted lady that left this earth far too soon, when Tim was just a little guy.  A long ways back, I posted about how we have a photo of her on the day she married Tim’s father.  It’s still hanging on the main wall in our house, where it will stay.  I called it Weekend Joy. Tim is so kind, it forces you to wonder where the heck he came from and how he ended up the way he did.  From the beginning, the more I got to know Tim, the more curious I was about his mother.  I would wonder what meeting her for the first time would be like and if it would weird her out if I told her to her face, that she was the most amazing woman I’d never met for raising such a great man (men). Later,  I found out that meeting her was something I wouldn’t experience. I still feel like, through all I’ve learned about her family members, I do know her in a way.  My respect for her grows,  along with my respect for the people related to her. Joy brought four wonderful boys into the world.  Then, thanks to a kind, considerate, hard-working man, (they call him Dad) the wonderful boys, became wonderful men. Very early in life, earlier than I ever thought possible. I never knew her, but the reasons that made Tim’s dad fall in love with her are so very clear.  Tim’s Mother, received this ring from his father when she was asked to be his wife.  That was Tim’s start in life. Tim chose this ring -with this history, importance, and meaning as the one he would give me.

And now for the ring- Jeez…thinking about this gets me a little emotional.

Tim couldn’t have been more thoughtful in choosing a ring to give me.  Even if he presented me with the hope diamond, it just wouldn’t come close to feeling the way this one does on my finger, and in my heart.

This beautiful shiny belonged to Tim’s mother, Joy.  I know she was a kind-faced, and hearted lady that left this earth far too soon, when Tim was just a little guy.  A long ways back, I posted about how we have a photo of her on the day she married Tim’s father.  It’s still hanging on the main wall in our house, where it will stay.  I called it Weekend Joy.

Tim is so kind, it forces you to wonder where the heck he came from and how he ended up the way he did.  From the beginning, the more I got to know Tim, the more curious I was about his mother.  I would wonder what meeting her for the first time would be like and if it would weird her out if I told her to her face, that she was the most amazing woman I’d never met for raising such a great man (men).

Later,  I found out that meeting her was something I wouldn’t experience. I still feel like, through all I’ve learned about her family members, I do know her in a way.  My respect for her grows,  along with my respect for the people related to her.

Joy brought four wonderful boys into the world.  Then, thanks to a kind, considerate, hard-working man, (they call him Dad) the wonderful boys, became wonderful men. Very early in life, earlier than I ever thought possible.

I never knew her, but the reasons that made Tim’s dad fall in love with her are so very clear.  Tim’s Mother, received this ring from his father when she was asked to be his wife.  That was Tim’s start in life.

Tim chose this ring -with this history, importance, and meaning as the one he would give me.

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