R-E-S-P-E-C-T...find out what it means to me...

Respect...Respect is defined by the condition of being esteemed or honored.

What does it mean to respect someone? How do you treat someone you respect, you honor?

The Internet says to respect someone you need to be honest, be trusting, be polite, and to be fair. I would like to think of myself as a respectable person. I do my best to be honest (and usually sell myself out when I'm not), I tend to trust people to a fault, I'm polite to those close to me and even strangers on the street, I am there for those I care for and at times the ones I don't and I try to be as fair in all aspects of my life. I would say that I am a respectful person and in turn ask for the same.

When challenged with the thought, "Thank you for respecting me" and not meant in the loving tone that it would seem to be...stings a bit...stings and then infuriates me. In certain parts of my life I have DEVOTED my time and efforts in to loving, trusting, embracing, and building myself to find out that all of that means nothing? It's true in other things too...I can say all day long how great, wonderful, perfect...etc...but one idiot says otherwise and my word is trash?

When will my word, my thoughts, my hopes, my life mean something?? When is it my turn? When do I get to matter?

RESPECT...to me respect is loving, caring, appreciating, helping, trusting, growing and loving. It's that easy...I ask again...Really????

Today...

“Today’s the day my life begins. All my life I’ve been just me, just a lost kid. Today I become more. Today I become accountable to someone other than myself. Today I become accountable to you, to our future… No matter what happens, I’ll be ready, for anything, for everything… Today, our life begins and I for one can’t wait.”

All my life I feel I've been waiting for the other part of me. A part I didn't know was out there or even possible. I find it funny though, as I have found that other part of me...it seems I never get to keep it. I find my true happiness in life and I get to spend such little time with him. I guess it makes me value and appreciate the time I do have. It makes me savor every moment I have, ever night I get to fall asleep in his arms and touch and kiss he gives me.

It's hard not to feel sad though, I do miss him terribly when he's not here but I know how much he loves his job and the great opportunities he's been offered. I will be his strong girl and fight past the lonely nights and how much I miss him and rejoice and look forward to the time I do get.

Soo...needless to say expect more blogs because I have more free time on my hands ; ]