A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
Oh this is a lovely day to sit at my quilt. I am about to get there, but wanted to update a little. I don’t have many exciting things to say today but I am feeling that little spark of inspiration burning again. It hasn’t been there for a while. I th…
It’s too late to go into a bunch of sappy detail about all of it, but we had a great Christmas. I was not great, but Christmas is what it is. It’s GREAT. I am realizing I can’t make or break Christmas, I can only make or break me. I got a little upti…
I love the name Button…it just fits in so many cute titles and clever sayings. I hope that my friends don’t mind my abuse of it.On Saturday…the day that Ivan got sick…we had planned to relax throughout the day and then all go to a wedding. Sh…
We are home for one more day of Christmas break. It sounds like that is pretty common for everyone from what I see on facebook. School starts back tomorrow and so will our regular routine.
Owen is excited about going back but still pretty thankful…
My Idealistic List of Things To Do is quickly becoming My Impossible List of Things To Do. I don’t think I’m going to make it to perfection once again this year.No matter. I knew better anyway. The kids are ready, and coasting into Christmas…
Little Belle has a hymn that she sings,
She wouldn’t trade it for loftier things.
She’s inclined to ignore,
Her distinction as poor,
And grows rich on the joy her song brings.
Last weekend after the baby shower, my friend Gabrielle and I met up at Maggianos for dinner. She is in school and taking a music appreciation course that requires her to attend a musical theater event. She invited me to join her so I bought dinner and…
From the hill where we often turn into our neighborhood you can see the slightest outline of the Nashville skyline. The sun was setting last Sunday afternoon and as we crossed the street into the subdivision I stuck my little Canon PowerShot out the pas…
A girl who was sad and forlorn,
Cupped her hands ore the heart that was torn,
She protected it well,
As her countenance fell,
And her life traded flower for thorn.
Sometimes I feel a bit like my washing machine. I’m not the most expensive model out there, but I get the job done. I am not out with all the other appliances, working where people can see me and getting polished and shined on a more regular basis. I…