Hope is a great word. It invokes a warm feeling inside. Everyone has hope and everyone loves to hope.
When I was in elementary school I had a friend named Hope. She only lived in our area for one year. She was staying with her christian grandparents while her own mother got her life in order. She and her sisters, Faith and Charity, were placed with family members due to their moms inability to be the kind of mother they deserved. But Hope was so full of the meaning of her birth name, she had a wish for something greater than her experiences and expected fulfilment of her wishes. She never doubted. She had brown freckles, gangly longs legs that were so bouncy and an upbeat disposition. She wore her long blond hair in braids and was a bit tomboyish! A blond Pippy Longstocking! I enjoyed the year I had her as a friend. I learned the meaning of Hope through her. How could one little girl be taken from her mother and still be happy and bouncy? She really had hope! I attended church with Hope and her grandparents one Sunday. In that one day I memorized the names of the books of the New Testament. I was proud of myself. But I was more proud to have Hope as a friend.
I still have Hope. Hope exists within me daily. I hope for my parents to be healthy and to always find meaning in their lives. I hope for my father to know he has a father in heaven. I hope for my sister to not get breast cancer (it runs in our family genes). I hope for my other sister to have a new home and new PTA president (ha ha). I hope for my little girls to be strong and to make good choices. I hope for my husband to know how incredible I think he is. I hope for sunny days and clear skies. I hope for Jackie to find out how powerful and beautiful she is. I hope to laugh out loud every day. I hope to learn forgiveness every time it is needed. I hope to bake a really good cake from scratch. I hope to get organized. I hope to go back to Russia and China and hug my former students. I hope to read the news and see people making money and not loosing jobs. I hope to run another marathon when it is not raining. I hope to have one more baby and see a little heartbeat on an ultrasound. I hope, I hope I hope!!!
I love Hope. If anyone happens to know of a 34 year old woman named Hope who has a sister named Faith, send her my way so I can say hi. I miss her but I still have her with me. I embrace Hope daily.
PS. Shell & Steph, you should watch this pippy clip...it totally brings back memories of Saturday mornings when we were kids.
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You have always been such a hopeful and positive person and that is why we all love you Crystal! The world needs more people like you. I love the Pippi song too. We watched Pippi as kids too! Those movies are so funny!
Thanks Jackie!!! I loved Pippi and all of her adventures with her little monkey!
Hope is a both a powerful and beautiful emotion as was your "journal" blog. Thank you for your wishes and HOPE for me, so far so good (Let's keeping knocking on wood). I'll keep the Hope alive for your little heartbeat to come to fruition as well! I love you.
p.s.: Pippi rocks. I often catch myself singing "I'm Pippi Longstocking...", especially when I'm wearing striped socks!
Pippi was the coolest! Jackie dressed up as her when she was little for Halloween! We lived on a big big hill and I remember Jackie sitting on the skateboard rolling down the hill with her costume on and her braids sticking out with wire in the braids singing..." I am Pippi Longstocking" lol!!! She was a nerd! I loved those movies! They were so funny!
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