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Layers of Tim


Tim is very good at masking himself behind a facade of what he thinks you want to see. This has often bothered me because as I wonder if I had a part in this or if he just has a hard time letting people in. Considering he spent years overcoming his stuttering; coupled with being teased for being very small due to a growth hormone imbalance, braces (a beautiful smile he is now grateful for now). Mix in an inherited introverted personality (so much like his MaMa Patsy) - well, digging into the real Tim is not for the faint of heart, but alway worth the effort.

I Love Ricky - Every minute of every day

The day was hot. I was even more miserable as we worked in the yard. Added to my misery ~ Tim had recently caught me completely off guard by suddenly moving out and telling us he plans to move to Virginia next summer with Jessie. The weeks that had just past were some of the worst in my life as what I thought I knew instantly came to an 'in-my-face' reality check.
The love of my life knew my very depressed mood was lasting way too long. This day ~ I was mowing; he was weed-eating in the back. I rode the mower around to find him. I sat screaming to get his attention and when he turned around he had his usual serious face as if nothing was different - with these 3 black-eyed susans tucked behind his ear. It was probably the first time in weeks I had smile, actually a long 'belly' laughed; not just the silliness of the flowers, but as I realized that he knew just what was needed to bring me out of the quagmire I was wallowing in. I grabbed my camera to capture this moment, least I forget that he is and always will be 'My Reason'.

Tim - new page for the scrapbook

Places for Tim

Need I add more than I journalized? Timothy A. has been my reason since he proclaimed at the age of 6 that he wondered at my everyday expression "Never forget ~ you are my reason" and his young mind had pondered that each day I was stating that he was my 'raisin'... when in fact the word was 'reason'....Humm...wonder what a child thinks about being a dried fruit??? hahah,,, I'll give that one to East Texas diction.


You, my dear son, will always be my reason; as well as, my 'raisin'.

If I could love you more it would be the end of me. I look toward the future that is my legacy of 'I was'.
vlm ~..~

Huricane IKE

Hoping Ike moves thru ET without a lot of damage.