I Sent the Wrong Card

Sending and receiving cards via snail mail gives me great joy. Birthday, thinking of you, sympathy, congratulations, and other special occasions are great reasons to mail a card. As a young girl, I loved reaching into the mailbox attached to our front screen door. That was then. Nowadays, most people get their mail from cluster boxes or a box on the edge of their property. Imagine my surprise and embarrassment when I learned that I sent the wrong card to my sister Carol and brother-in-law Hal. 

Carol sent a text asking if I could chat for a moment. She had a funny story to share. We talk and text throughout the week. Sometimes we recall memories from childhood. Other times, we chat about daily happenings. We have a wonderful sister bond.

I texted back, saying I would call her in a bit. Rowan and Eden were visiting, and the art supplies covered the dining room table. I needed to wait until everything was cleared and the paints, paintbrushes, and paper were put back into the cabinet.

I clicked the button on my cell phone. The ring sounded twice, and Carol answered. She was laughing. I pictured Hal laughing, too. He was sitting close to her.

She began by thanking us for the sweet card that was covered in butterflies. I remembered sending that one. Carol let me know that the inside of the card had words about not wanting to be another year older. Oh my stars! The heat began to rise on my face, even though she couldn’t see me through the phone. 

My dear sweet sister said they liked the butterflies on the front of the card, but when they opened it, they were surprised by the words. No one was celebrating a birthday. Her birthday is in January. Hal’s birthday is in February. The card had been mailed in April.

I’m thankful for their understanding. I laughed at my mistake. The issue was that I was mailing a handful of cards. Our cousin Nancy may have received a “thinking of you” card for her birthday. 

Carol and Hal are the sweetest. They understand that sometimes Mimi makes mistakes. Bop told me that I was trying to do too many tasks at one time. I pray I didn’t send a sympathy card to the wrong person. 

I will try my best to check everything I mail. There might be a few more mistakes. I’m blessed with a family who understands my quirks because, as you know…”It’s Always A Story with The Hendersons”. This time, it was a story with Mimi.

My error in mailing has reminded me to slow down, focus, and not try to accomplish everything in one sitting. 

“Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.” Ephesians 4:32 (NIV)

Have a blessed day,

Mimi aka Melissa Henderson

Shadow Girl and The Author

There is something very special about the relationships between grandparents and grandchildren. From the moment Bop and I learned that Mike and Christine were expecting their first child almost nine years ago, life changed in wonderful ways. Rowan was born, and then, a few years later, Eden was born. Bop and I love our grandparent names. We also have several different names for Rowan and Eden. Eden is sometimes called “Shadow Girl,” and Rowan is sometimes called “The Author”.

These unique names come from everyday experiences. From the time Eden started walking, she has been fascinated with following Bop. She walks so close behind him that I worry he won’t see or hear her. So, whenever she follows along behind him, I say, “Shadow, shadow.” Bop knows to be careful and alert that his shadow is with him as he walks from one room to another.

Rowan has become an excellent reader and writer. He knows that I’m an author and he likes to create stories, too. Rowan enjoys technology class at school. At our home, he enjoys using my computer to type out stories and then print them. Bop and I tell him that he is a great author. He’s also wonderful at art. His drawings show a creative side that amazes everyone.

Recently, Rowan and Eden were sitting at the dining room table. Rowan was drawing, and Eden was coloring. They decided to take a break and have a snack. Eden asked Bop to bring her a cupcake. Bop replied that she knew where the cupcakes were stored, and she could get a bowl and a cupcake for herself. 

She smiled that precious smile that melts Bop’s heart. He walked to the kitchen and found a pink bowl and a cupcake for Eden. She sat on the couch.

Eden looked at me and proclaimed, “Bop will do anything for me because I’m his shadow girl.”

Now, how could we resist her request for a treat when she spoke the truth? Precious girl.

Rowan knows where the bowl of candy bars is kept. He is old enough now that he doesn’t ask for a treat. He walks to the cabinet and finds what he wants to eat. Yes, the author needs nourishment even if it’s a chocolate candy bar. We are so proud of him for saying “thank you”.

These sweet grandkids teach us lessons every day. Love each other, share your treats, use your manners, and remember to look out for one another. God is good. Bop and I are blessed.

Thank you for reading and commenting. The winner from the last blog post contest is Katherine Pasour. I’ll be mailing your copy of “Licky the Lizard”.

Blessings,

Mimi aka Melissa Henderson

We Need A New Night Light..or Do We?

“Hey Mimi, I think we need to buy a new night light. This one isn’t working.” Alan (Bop) called to me from the guest bedroom. “I keep plugging it in, but no light turns on.” The conversation continued as I walked from the living room to where Bop was standing. His frustration at the light not working was evident in his tone. “We need a new night light.”

Walking into the room, I could see Bop putting the light into the socket, taking it out, and trying again. He commented that those things usually last much longer than that one. He began coordinating a trip to the local hardware store. “Is there anything else we need from that place?” I answered that I couldn’t think of anything. 

There wasn’t a rush to get a new night light. We had others, and they would work fine. The hallway is illuminated in the dark by battery-operated decorative candles. No need to rush out to the store. However, I considered that perhaps Bop wanted to go to the hardware store to look for other items.

I finished putting away laundry, answered a few emails, and checked the kitchen cabinet to decide what to add to the grocery list. Meanwhile, Bop continued to work on the light. 

He finally finished working on the project and gathered his car keys and wallet. Ready to make the trip to the hardware store, he asked if I wanted to ride along with him.

I went to check out the light and locate the brand so we could purchase another one or a different brand. I plugged the light into the socket, and it turned on. No problem. Easy peasy. I repeated the action several times. Plug in, take out, plug in, take out. Each time, the room was illuminated with no issues.

Calling Bop, I asked him to come to the room and watch. When he saw what was happening, he began to smile. There wasn’t a problem. The issue was that Bop was trying to get the light to turn on while the overhead light was on.

These night lights only turn on when it’s completely dark. Every time he plugged it in, he also needed to see what he was doing, so he turned on the bedroom light. Silly Bop!

No, we didn’t need to visit the hardware store for that item, but we went there anyway. There’s always something to find in the nuts and bolts section.

Have you experienced difficulty with night lights? Yes, it’s always a story with the Hendersons.

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Have a blessed day,

Mimi aka Melissa Henderson

A Beachball Mystery

There is a window near my office desk. I often look at the view outside while I’m creating a new story. I’m fascinated by the colorful birds at the feeders, the red berries on the holly bushes, and the brown grass that will soon start to change to green as the temperatures warm. On a recent windy day in the Lowcountry, there were leaves dancing in the air. Imagine my surprise when a single beachball rolled down the street. Yes, a beachball mystery.

I’ve enjoyed a variety of sights while gazing out of the window. The most recent mysterious sight caused me to pause and laugh. A lone beachball bounced down the street, as if someone had kicked the bright and colorful ball. 

I waited and listened for the sounds of laughter or chatter. Nothing. Everything was quiet. The ball continued its journey from the street to the sidewalk. I decided to investigate. Opening my front door and stepping onto the porch, I looked to the left and to the right. Not a sound. Not a person. Nothing. The ball kept rolling. Interesting sight.

Walking back into the house, I considered asking the neighbors if the ball belonged to them. Then, I realized most everyone was at work or school. This mystery wouldn’t be solved yet.

The next day, as I sat at the desk again, another beachball rolled by. The wind carried it from one side of the street to the other. Could that be the same ball? No way. Something strange was happening. Where were these balls coming from, and who was the owner?

A couple of days later, a torrential downpour and wind caused everyone to stay inside. No neighborhood visits outside or games of hide and seek. The sound of the wind moving through the trees and flags flapping against the poles filled the air.

As the rain stopped, I went outside to see if our hummingbird feeder was safe. Then I noticed another strange sight. A large white trash bag full of beach balls. What in the world? Where did that come from? The bag had landed in a neighbor’s yard. 

Waiting to see if the bag was picked up by someone or if I should retrieve it made us laugh. Bop and I checked to see if the bag was there. After a day, it was gone.

Beachballs. I don’t know where you came from or where you’ve gone. I’m thankful for the laughter and the simple act of trying to find the answer to the mystery.

Have you ever seen a mysterious object rolling down the street? Perhaps a beachball?

Have a blessed and fun-filled day,

Mimi aka Melissa Henderson

Dust Bunnies, Dust Balls or Creatures

Coupons, gift cards, sale prices…oh my! The sales after Christmas are amazing. Store managers are anxious to replenish shelves with items for the next holiday or season. Items that were full price are now 50%, 60%, and some are 90% discounted. I always find something on those sale shelves. Recently, I found the cutest pajamas featuring teddy bears. Who knew those pajamas would bring dust bunnies, dust bulls, and creatures?

After purchasing the new pajamas, I couldn’t wait to get home, wash them, and enjoy a cozy sleep in my new attire. The washer was full, and suds filled the machine. I waited. When the off button buzzed, I quickly emptied the clothes into the dryer. Later, the buzzer alerted me that the drying cycle had completed.

Taking the dry clothes and placing them on the bed, I folded each item carefully. The teddy bear pajamas were next in line. Soft and comfy cozy. I snuggled them to my face. When all the clothes were put away in drawers or hanging in the closet, I prepared for bed.

My new pajamas fit wonderfully. There was a cute hood to cover my head if the air was cold in the house. Relaxing and ready for the night, I told Alan that I was going to sleep. Little did I know that something strange was happening.

That night, I slept without any interruptions. Covered and comforted by my new jammies, I was happy when I woke. The morning routine began with prayers, breakfast, and opening both the front door and back doors, followed by a thanksgiving for God’s blessings. After taking my daily medications, I changed clothes. 

As I reached for a shirt and pants from the closet, I noticed that some items of clothing were covered in little balls of something. Perhaps they were dust bunnies, dust balls, or some kind of creature. Finding the lint roller, I retrieved every lint ball that I could see. 

The day continued. Alan chose a flannel shirt to wear that day. When he walked into the kitchen, I saw that his shirt was covered with those mysterious creatures. I began searching for answers. My disappointment came when I realized my new precious jammies were the cause of the problem.

Determined to fix the issue, I washed the pajamas three more times. Four total washings should do the trick. There would be no more dust bunnies, dust balls, or creatures attaching to our clothing. Much to my surprise, four weeks later, we continued to use the lint brush to remove those foreign objects.

I finally gave in and threw the pajamas in the trash can. They weren’t suitable for anyone. I’m glad I could enjoy them for a couple of nights. 

The mission continues today. The jammies have been gone for weeks. Finally, after a load of laundry was removed from the dryer, I only found two of those unwanted creatures.

This whole experience made us laugh. I’m sure we’re not the only ones who purchased those cute teddy bear pajamas. I wonder who else had an issue with them.

I thank God for giving us another reason to find joy in the simple moments of life.

Have you ever had trouble with extra dust bunnies, dust balls, or creatures on your clothing?

Blessings,

Melissa Henderson aka Mimi

Pocket Music

In a recent blog post, I shared my thoughts about the sound of a ticking clock providing laughter and joy. I had no idea that something similar would happen again. I’m thankful for the wonderful ways God gives us to find joy in the simple moments in life. Today, a bit of pocket music brought giggles to Alan and me.

Part of my morning routine includes praying and giving thanks to God for His blessings, handling morning tasks like making the bed, preparing and eating breakfast, and checking on my birds. I must admit that this morning, I scrolled through the emails on my phone. There was a reminder about the church service on Sunday. All was well. I decided to watch the service online because we couldn’t attend in person.

After checking a few items off of my list, I placed the phone in my pocket and continued with morning activities. Opening the blinds in the office/playroom, checking the mail app to see what letters and/or bills might be arriving, and also, looking in the kitchen cabinet to decide on a meal for lunch. Regular routine.

Alan was watching television in the living room. Thinking he was watching a Christmas show, I commented on the beauty of the music and voices in the program. Alan looked at me and said, “I’m not watching anything about Christmas. I’m watching an old western.”

I noticed that as I walked into the living room, the sound quieted. Walking back to the other part of the house, the music and voices became louder. 

I checked outside to see if people were carolling this morning. No. Not a person. Just the birds flying from feeder to feeder.

This situation continued for a few minutes. I could hear talking and singing, then quiet. There had to be an explanation. No radio, CD player, or computer was offering Christmas music.

As I stood still in the hallway, I noticed the sound coming from the pocket in my jeans. Lifting the phone out, I saw that I had pressed the button to play the “Festival of Lessons and Carols Service: The Story of God’s Promise Fulfilled in Christ” from Palmetto Presbyterian Church. I continued watching the service and shared the news with Alan.

The beautiful sounds of the choir and congregation were coming from the phone in my pocket. I’m thankful that our church has a youtube channel and we’re able to watch the service online if we can’t attend in person.

I’m thankful for the beautiful voices and musicians who brought the songs and words of the birth of Jesus. 

Check your pockets. You may find a message from God.

Have a blessed day,

Mimi aka Melissa Henderson

A Mysterious Sound

Alan walked into the bedroom laughing. “Guess what just happened?” I had no idea. It was a typical evening: I was preparing for bedtime while he was watching television in the living room. A normal evening at the Henderson house. But something made him laugh—Alan had heard a mysterious sound.

As Alan closed up the house for the night, I went through my usual evening routine. I washed my face, put on pajamas, turned the television station to a lighthearted movie, and turned down the bed covers. The same nightly routine that we’ve done for years.

My dear husband chuckled as he explained what happened to him. He had turned off the TV, closed the window blinds, double checked the back and front door locks, and started to head to the bedroom.

“I kept hearing a low ticking sound. I checked the refrigerator to make sure the ice maker was turned off. I checked the washing machine for leaks on the floor. I looked outside, and nothing was different. Yet, that ticking sound kept going.”

After walking through the house, checking outside, and becoming frustrated, Alan said that he walked by the large wall clock in the dining room. There was a problem. The clock hands were stuck in one spot. This happens when the battery is low. The slight tick, tick, tick was caused by the hands not being able to move any further. Time was standing still, according to the wall clock.

As he told me what had occurred, I laughed and mentioned our family motto. “It’s Always A Story with the Hendersons”. I’m not the only one who encounters silly things. My husband has funny experiences, too.

He decided to change the batteries another day. Actually, we’ll wait for our son Mike to change them. Mike is better at taking the clock off the wall. 

Meanwhile, we couldn’t hear the mysterious sound from the bedroom. All was good for the night.

Perhaps this has happened to us before. Yes, I’ve shared a similar story from the past. That’s okay. The situation brought us laughter again.

Have you ever heard a strange sound in your house? Were you afraid? Did you find the source and resolve the issue?

Life is filled with laughter and love. I hope you have a wonderful, blessed day.

Blessings,

Mimi aka Melissa Henderson

A Missed Message Can Be the Best Answer

Have you ever considered that a missed message can be the best answer? Last week, Bop went to a local auto shop to check the price of new tires. The friendly salesman took the time to show  the various brands and explain their benefits and prices. An appointment was scheduled for Bop to return and purchase the tires. All was good. That afternoon, the salesman called to say that a better brand of tires was being delivered to the shop. Same price, better tires.

The salesman said he would call when the tires were delivered, and then Bop could go to the shop. The time for delivery was supposed to be around noon. We waited. We took care of chores at the house. Laundry, dusting, feeding the birds, pulling weeds in the flower beds, etc. 

Noon came and went. We figured that maybe the delivery was running late. No worries. We would keep working in the house and yard. As the afternoon passed, the light turned dark. No phone call. Frustration began to set in. We questioned why the salesman had not called to let us know what had happened.

Maybe the delivery was postponed. But, why hadn’t someone called to let us know? Maybe the salesman was sick. Why hadn’t someone else from the company called? Perhaps the tires were not a better fit for our car. Perhaps the salesman forgot about us. Why? Why? Oh, my!

Friday was over. The weekend brought fun times with Rowan, Eden, Mike, and Christine. Laughter, games of “telephone”, blowing bubbles in the front yard, charades, and enjoying a delicious meal from one of our favorite restaurants were some of the activities. Wonderful times.

Monday morning arrived. No phone call or message from the auto shop. Our patience grew thin, and we discussed contacting another place to purchase the tires.

Then, Monday afternoon… Bop checked his phone for work messages and there was a missed call from Friday. What? How could this be? He had looked for missed calls and messages and nothing was there, until that moment. 

Bop immediately contacted the shop. He apologized for not seeing the message.The salesperson assured him there was no need to apologize. A time was scheduled for the next day. New tires, better brand, same price. Thank You Lord.

After the phone call ended, Bop shook his head and said, “That missed call didn’t show up until a little bit ago. Wonder what happened?”

We remembered that God’s timing is best. We may never know why the message didn’t go through. But God knows. Sometimes a missed message can be the best answer. 

Have you missed a call or message and later realized that God had a plan? Share in the comments.

Thank you for reading and commenting. I appreciate your encouragement.

Have a blessed day!

Mimi aka Melissa Henderson

Her One True Love

Conversations with a four-and-a-half year old child can shift from discussing potty breaks to imaginary friends to stories about school. Recently, our granddaughter Eden filled us with joy and brought tears of happiness as she shared about her one true love.

Rowan, Eden, Bop, and I were chatting while riding in the car on our way to take care of errands. We talked about the shapes of clouds looking like bunnies and dragons. We searched for alligators on the banks of ponds as we rode through neighborhoods. Rowan told us about one of his favorite movies. Great wisdom can be found in young children.

A few moments passed without anyone speaking. The silence was broken when Eden made a declaration that shocked us.

“My boyfriend kissed me.” Eden smiled as she spoke.

“What? Who kissed you?” Rowan turned towards Eden and asked the question in a firm voice that only an older brother could express.

“My boyfriend kissed me.”

“Who? Who is your boyfriend? Where did he kiss you?” Rowan frowned, and his voice deepened as his temper flared. He’s eight years old, so the sound of his voice was only a bit deeper. But he was concerned.

Eden paused, grinned, and stared at Rowan. She gave an answer that calmed Rowan and made everyone smile.

“Dad. He kissed me on the cheek. Dad is my boyfriend. He’s my one true love.”

“Oh, Eden! You can’t marry Dad.” Rowan tried to explain that she can’t marry someone in her family.

“I know. But, Dad is my one true love forever.” Eden smiled and reached down for the snack in her backpack.

I tried to hold back the happy tears. I told Eden that she is very sweet and Dad would be happy to know he is her one true love.

Of course, I had to share the encounter with our son Mike. He smiled. Touched by her sweetness, we learned a great lesson that day. Remember to love one another always.

Do you have one true love? Have you told someone that you love them? Everyone needs to know they are loved and cherished.

Have a day filled with love and joy,

Mimi aka Melissa Henderson

Three Heart Monitors

My recent back injury has led to a variety of tests, procedures, changes in medications, and more. I was required to wear a heart monitor for two weeks. My heart was racing because of the pain. I’m thankful that my doctors are thorough and pay attention to the details when I describe  my symptoms. The device attached to my chest was not the only heart monitor; there were others. Rowan and Eden were also asking about my heart. I had three heart monitors. One was worn for two weeks. The other is the most special and I will wear it forever. That is the love of grandchildren who showed compassion and care.

“Mimi, can I see it? Does it hurt? Why are you wearing that thing?” Eden started with the questions. She needed to see the device and touch it. After showing her the thing that was watching my heart, she looked at me and smiled. “You’ll be alright, Mimi.”

Rowan took a different approach. “Mimi, will you wear that thing forever? Can you still play? When can you take it off?” His care was evident when we sat at the table and drew pictures. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him staring at me. I wondered what his 8-year-old mind was thinking. He kept drawing, and every few minutes, he looked at me and asked, “Mimi, are you okay? Do you need a soft hug?”

My doctor prescribed a device that would check my pulse and heartbeat. Alan had worn a similar thing years ago, when he was experiencing palpitations. He knew how to apply the monitor, what to expect, and how to return it when the two-week period was over. That took some of the fear of the unknown away. Easy instructions were supplied. Having something stuck to your body for two weeks is awkward. I also had to carry a phone with me and keep it close to the sensor.

The results from wearing the heart monitor should be ready soon, and a plan will be established. I’m trying to be patient as I wait for a phone call or a message in the patient portal. I’ve learned that trying to decipher notes on the portal can be worrisome. It’s better to wait and speak with a medical professional instead of trying to understand the results on my own.

The love and care that Rowan and Eden show others brings me joy. They are concerned when someone is sick. They take care of their aging dog, Olive, with tenderness. I’ve seen them hug each other and give a pat on the back when something goes wrong. When there is a hurt knee, a broken toy, a disappointment, or another sad occurrence, both grandkids have shown compassion and love.

How do we extend love to others? Do we pause and listen when someone speaks? Do we reach out to people we haven’t heard from in a while and let them know that we miss them? Or does the daily routine take first place? 

What about prayer and sharing time with God? When we rise in the morning and when we place our head down to rest in the evening, do we thank God for His blessings and forgiveness?

Wearing that device for two weeks allowed me to slow down, pause, and rest. As Alan prepared the box for return, packed everything in its place, and affixed the label, I breathed a sigh of relief. That monitor was gone. 

However, my two most special heart monitors will be visiting soon and bringing love and laughter with them. One named Rowan and one named Eden.

Have a blessed day,

Mimi aka Melissa Henderson