HoneyBee

I've told myself that I wouldn't blog more than once a day.  I don't want to exhaust readers.  However, I noticed when I made this blog, I had my full name as my display name.  As I get older and have a daughter of my own, I recognize the lack of safety on the internet.  As a former myspace addict, current facebook addict, and repented survey questionnaire queen...this is a giant step in maturity. 

I have since changed my display to something not to be mistaken as a sickening pet name between my husband and I :)  My grandpa, Herlen Lawless, and I were very, very close in my first 17 years of life.  He passed away my senior year of high school from lung cancer.  He was my best friend, my confidant.  I don't know if anyone could ever understand our relationship, to be honest.  I chose to spend the night with him and my grandma over going to friends house, to games, to parties.  We called each other several times a day.  We watched the original 60's Nick-at-Nite sitcom "Get Smart."  Other than my husband, he is without a doubt, the greatest man I've ever known.  I remember when he and my grandma were having a cabin built next to the river on the other side of Wolf Creek Dam.  The workers building the cabin were cursing around my grandma.  Papa told them if they used that language around Mema again, he'd fire every last one of them.  And when they did, he kept his word- fired them all, and got new workers.  I vowed that I would marry the boy who would do the same for me someday.  And I did.

HoneyBee was Papa's nickname for me.  When I was in the hospital following a serious car accident in 2006, 2 wonderful friends got me a carebear with a honey bee on its chest because they know how very special this man will always be to me.  This nickname is my favorite.  And while I promised to keep this blog light-hearted and fun, I just wanted to share the story behind HoneyBee.  God bless.