Cloud 9

Photo by: Diane IsaacsPhoto by: Diane Isaacs

Why is someone who is feeling great, on Cloud 9?


Types of clouds are numbered according to the altitudes they attain, with nine being the highest cloud. If someone is said to be on cloud nine, that person is floating well above worldly cares.

When I was getting married I was so high on cloud nine that I nearly fainted a couple of times. We left in a hail of rice for our honeymoon. I freaked out because I could not find the marriage license. My new hubby did not understand why I needed the marriage certificate so badly. “What’s the big deal he said?” I THOUGHT that when you checked into a hotel/motel, you needed to show your marriage license. Oh how naive. But as soon as it was explained to me that we didn’t need it, we checked in, and soon, I was on Cloud 9 again.

When I had my children, each time I was on Cloud 9. The first time I yelled with pain and the nurse said,” Shh, quiet down, there is a 16 year old girl in the next room and you don’t want to scare her do you?”

“What the hell is she doing here?” I yelled.

” Madam, she is having a baby.” I shut my mouth and had our beautiful baby girl.

The second time I was quiet, and had our beautiful baby Boy!

Third time I was silent, cervical block, paradise of birthing. Had our beautiful baby girl.

Fourth time I was on two Cloud’9’s. I had our twin baby girls. There was an extra benefit, two for the price of one.

Cloud 9 moments, are not as easy as I thought to distinguish from other wonderful moments in life.

Another Cloud 9 moment I remember is when I was notified that I had won a grant for my Elevated Gifted Education for all students called, Now The Future. I ran around our yard like a crazy loon. I was thrilled to pieces that I had won this lovely distinction. I spent days and months conceiving it and putting on paper, then, the next many years putting it into practice.

Grandchildren, Cloud 9 moments each and every one of them.

A Cloud 9 moment is when I got my braces off. Who is that cutie smiling at me in the mirror? I go to the cemetery on occasions especially to thank my mother and father for my smile and many, many other things personal and private.

A Cloud 9 moment is when I realized I do have a best friend!



8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Dina
    Jan 28, 2015 @ 18:44:19

    I’m on cloud 9 right now. I am grateful to be reading my mother’s blog while my girls are working diligently on their homework and husband is cooking! I am grateful for these moments. So many people wish for moments like these.


  2. Sheila Clapkin
    Jan 30, 2015 @ 17:30:43

    Stay on your Cloud 9. Hold on no matter good and or stormy. Cloud 9 can make you happy just thinking about it. Husband cooking makes me chuckle. Love it.


  3. Diane Isaacs
    Jan 30, 2015 @ 22:19:23

    My dear friend, May you always have CLOUD NINE’s in your life. You are a wonderful artist, writer, and the many other things you are. Congratulations on your celebration tomorrow.


    • Sheila Clapkin
      Jan 31, 2015 @ 11:41:39

      We all have Cloud 9’s, we just don’t know always how to recognize and enjoy them. I saw a cartoon once and the fellow was whooping and hollering so happy he just got up. I get that one. Thank you for following along. See you tomorrow! God Willing.


  4. Nuala Ryan
    Feb 12, 2015 @ 19:46:15

    Wow! The wonder of medicine has given me Cloud 9’s lately.

    Thanks for alerting me.


  5. Judy
    Mar 03, 2015 @ 09:35:38

    I honestly didn’t know about Cloud 9 being about altitude. Thanks teach.


  6. Sheila Clapkin
    Mar 03, 2015 @ 16:06:38

    I like the idea of altitude. Feeling well is my goal. High, not so much. But happy on as many cloud9″s as I can get nowadays. Thank you so much for your lovely comment and thank you for reading.


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