Saturday, March 27, 2010

In This Moment

What am I doing right now? Sitting in a hospital waiting room while a sweet friend has gone to the serene side of dreamland so doctors can work some kinks out in her neck.

Top five things to do in hospital waiting rooms:

1. People watch and eavesdrop. 
Nearby a mom and her twenty-something daughter exchanged the most sincere and deepest of silent exchanges as the daughter was swept off to pre-op with no explanation of the events to come. Both of them distressed and unsure of when they would see each other again. Eyes glossy with tears seem to subside as another waiting room attendee re-assured her she would see her daughter again before the procedure commenced.

Another couple of older gentleman bonded over their similar plights as radio men on fighter planes in WWII.
2. Catch up on blog reading.
Laughing out loud at this post. (Guess someone else is being entertained in their own waiting room by watching me!)
Mopping up my melted heart after reading this post. I don't have a daughter, but I am one. And- Oh, how I dream of a man with heart of gold like this.

3. Checking up on my overflowing inbox.

4. Reading- I know, I know. Don't judge a book by it's cover. But, how can you resist a book with this title?

Pulling back the cover on this treasure to explore how I can get on board with being a Tramp For the Lord, because who wouldn't want that?

Sucked in by Chapter 1.

5. Glancing at the itenerary board more oft' than I should to check on the status of my sweet friends surgery and having to remind myself that I am not looking up a flight number in an airport each time  I look up there.

Happy Waiting Days Friends,

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Holy Cow- Another Follower!

Look at that! After having this blog for nearly three years, my loyal "followers" list has jumped to 2! I can't thank you enough sweet friend for clicking that little button over on the right there that says "Follow."

So, if you are a regular reader out there just click it. That button doesn't bite. I'm pretty sure you can even be an anonymous fan. No information required. Unless of course you want too share your lovely face. I'd love that. I really would.

What? What's that you say? What's a follower? I'll let Google explain that for you.

What is Following? Do you have a favorite blog and want to let the author and readers know that you are a fan? Well now you can do that and more with the Blogger Following feature! You can even keep track of the blogs you follow via your Reading List on the Blogger dashboard.

But, no pressure. Be a silent lurker if thats what suits you. It's ok. No judgement here. It doesn't hurt my feelings at all. We are all guilty of it at one time or another. Even me.

Just know, that I know you've been here. And deep inside, I know you are a fan whether you click that little button to the right or not.

Loyally Yours,

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Capturing A Growing Family

These pictures, albiet precious and momentous are a little out of date. But, really only my family readers will recognize that, so the rest of you read on and pay no attention to the fact that there are a few missing offspring in this generational photo.

And to those family members reading, please, please send me any updated group photos of all of our cutie pies together. If any exist. If not, well its high time we arrange a get together. If only for the oppurtunity to force our kids to squish together in a picture on the fireplace harth or porch swing.

Because I have countless memories being posed with all of you stinkers as kids on hammocks, swings, front porches, etc. Slackers is what we are; slackers of the worse kidn. We must carry on the fmaily traidition with this new generation. Its just unfair that they escape the experience of being planted together for family photos at least once a year.

Down right wrong if you ask me.

But I have no hard feelings about about our own forced poses. Nope. None. Not even the time the hammock fell and knockerd the ever-livin' wind out of every last one of us. Or the frightening sparks of fireplace harths that would jump out and attach themselves to our clothes and hair leaving a smoldering smell of burnt polyester lingering in the air.

But back to the precious and momentous stuff.

Cute bunch of kids, huh?

Amazingly these were not forced group pictures.Smiles like that don't come in forced settings. 

They were candidly caught one Happy Holiday when we were actually all in the same place at the same time.
Well, I'm happy to say that even though these pictures are missing, oh... somewhere between 4 or 5 birthed children since it was taken. We have new ones on the way. (YES- that's plural) Two more to add to this gnarley crew.

But one in particular belongs to my sister. A nice or nephew of my very own.  

September can't get here fast enough!

The morrow was a bright September morn;

The earth was beautiful as if new-born;

There was that nameless splendor everywhere,

That wild exhilaration in the air,

Which makes the passers in the city street

Congratulate each other as they meet.

~Henry Wadswaorth Longfellow

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Dear God,

"...and thank you for the time mom and I got to pull weeds in the backyard today and have some bonding time..."

Just a snippet from one of Griffin's prayers this weekend. It's the small things, you know?

How easily we forget to give thanks for even the mundane and not-so-fun things.

How funny it is that the Lord uses the smallest of creatures to gently remind us of those moments.

16Be joyful always; 17pray continually; 18give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus
1 Thesselonians 5:16-18

Thankfully yours,

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Snacking Well

Dearest Friends and ocassional stranger that passes this way,

This little bit of heaven...

Just rocked my world!!  I picked a couple the other day while checking out at Target. Luna Bars can frequently be found in my snack selection but, this flavor is new and hands down, my absolute fave.

I feel as if I should shout it from the mountain tops!! Really. It's. that. good.

Happy Snacking,