What More Can I Ask For?

It seems that my blogging has not been fruitful at all. It has been quite a long time since I launched myself into this world with little to show for it. Truth be told I have not been crafting all that much either. Just one or two things and lots of plans and good will. I guess we all go through this phase one way or another in our lives.

I am also missing my old friends, specially the first true friend I made when I arrived as a teen to my birth place, Cuba, strange and beautiful place. But for me as I was then, full of feelings of bewilderment and some sadness of leaving behind what had been a wonderful and happy experience for many years of my life in New York.

I miss the feeling of having someone, not of your own family circle to share that part of my life with. Remembering fun and adventurous experiences we shared when we were young. Here I have no close friends, as I do not expect to have any like my best friend, I guess the true friends we make early on in our life are irreplaceable, those with whom we have shared special moments, the feelings and secrets told of first boyfriends, all those marvelous adventures and discoveries, we make as we venture forth into womanhood. they all form part of the past that we shared.and cannot repeat.

So, let me be clear, I am happy and fulfilled as a woman, as a wife and specially as a mother. I do not regret the choices made even thought some came with a heavy price tag that I carry in my heart with great sadness, the one of not being able to be near my parents or see them again or be with them in their final moments, but God has given me a wonderful family and blessed me with them.    

I am full of love and pride for them and for what we have achieved. I thank God for my family, for my happy nature and always present optimism, for not seeing a cup half empty but as half full, For waking up each morning with a smile on my lips and knowing my family and I have a wonderful life ahead of us.

I know that nothing in life comes free, we all have to make choices for one thing or another and we just have to accept this. I guess that as I grow older, (64 years old), I would dearly love someone with whom to share my love for crafting, to go walking with, to share an idea for a project or a new recipe over a cup of coffee. For now I have the good and fond memories of my friends and the love of my family, what more can I ask for? 

Maybe some of you who happen upon my blog and musings and read this, have felt or had similar experiences and so you can understand.