A few years ago, I dreamed of this wonderful job. I could share the people I love with the world.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt silly. No one would want to hear what I have to say.
I didn’t think anything else about it and then a few years later, I started a blog.
The first person I wanted to tell everyone about was Mrs. Mary Ann.
I don’t know why I never did.
And then we have an announcement recently at church, Mrs. Mary Ann and Brother Bill are selling their home and moving back to their “happy place”.
I am happy for them, I am just sad for me. Their happy place is a few states away.
Their home was just like them.
Mother Nature would be proud.
Simple, earthy, and crafted.
If you were invited over, you felt honored.
It was magical.
I think it was because you could see their love and handiwork in everything.
When I had surgery years ago, they arrived that evening with a meal featuring a mixed berry pie for dessert. Back then, most people would not volunteer to feed my large family. It was very appreciated and still the best pie I have ever eaten.
Mrs. Mary Ann is everything I have ever wanted to be. I love her beauty and sense of style. She marches to the beat of her own drum.
When others have walked away from me, she has come over and encouraged. A compliment from her heals my soul.
Always a good sport. After all, I have accidentally spilled not one, but two gallons of sweet tea on her.
She changed into a pair of my yoga pants and rocked on in good humor.
And her husband is just as sweet.
A simple smile and a nod of his head always welcomes you.
After he retired, he devoted himself to teaching recovering addicts a trade.
I just love them.
And I have always admired them for their anonymous good deeds.
I hope North Carolina knows how blessed it is to have you.
And for the time I and my family have had you both in our lives, I can think of nothing better to say than Brother Bill’s own words,
“We are so truly thankful.”
We love you and miss you already.
Enjoy your happy place. I can think of no two people who deserve it more.
Editors Note: Welcome to The Bibb Voice Cheryl Acker Dodson