Wednesday, May 30, 2012

The View From Our Deck

If you could only hear the squeals that went with the glorious mud...




Monday, May 28, 2012

Full Hands

The comment comes constantly. "Boy, you've got your hands FULL!" Every day out shopping for groceries, every Sunday after church, every public event, every much-loved trip to the library. It used to get under my skin. I have had my conditioned responses. The first was "Better full than empty." Then, after a dear friend pointed it out to me, I changed for fear of injuring a soul who may just have empty hands for any number of reasons and wished they didn't. Then came "Yes, full of love!" But oh, that just didn't sum it up. Now I just smile and say, "Yes, I do." I am proud to have my hands full. People do not mean it as a degradation at all. I know that at least most don't. It is just a conditioned response to seeing a Mama with so many little ones crowded around. But I am so blessed to have my hands full of so many things. Countless things, like hope, love, pride, responsibility, integrity, joy, promise, future, fun, strength, wisdom, patience, passion, ability, beauty, projects, messes, God's vast blessings... Yes, I do have my hands full. SO FULL. And I'm thankful that I do.







Saturday, May 26, 2012

The View From Our Deck

It's one of my favorite spots. This is what I hear:
Helena: "I'm soapin' wet!!!"

And this is what I see:



Friday, May 25, 2012

{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual inspired by SouleMama. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Friday, May 18, 2012

{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual inspired by SouleMama. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Friday, May 11, 2012

{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual inspired by SouleMama. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

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