It's time to open up your heart and let all of the world's possibilities into your life. Take a step beyond your backdoor and experience whatever comes. It has stopped raining, so put aside your raincoat and umbrella. It's time to play. The sun is shining upon you and you can attain whatever you put your mind to. Being optimistic is an easy thing to do when everything is going your way. There is nothing you can't do when you believe that the universe has got your back. Go out and be the person you were meant to be. There are so many people that are waiting to meet you....more
Wandering around my house this evening, the 3rd evening in a row that I've been here alone. My husband is in our Coos Bay home, my twins have been working, and my youngest son has been at school working on their play. ...more
It’s been over two weeks since we’ve left home for our trip-two absolutely wonderful weeks that have fulfilled me in ways that I didn’t even expect. There have been incredible sights, delicious food, uninterrupted time with my husband and even late mornings of sleeping in. Then why do I have that familiar pit in my stomach? That same feeling when I went to Girl Scout camp, when I moved away to college and then again when I moved 1200 miles away from my home after I first got married. That feeling I know so well. Homesickness. ...more
Vacation. Spending quality time with family, touring exciting cities, hiking new mountains, and tasting new foods are all images that are conjured up when I think of a vacation. I love just about everything about a vacation: no dishes to clean, no beds to make, no laundry to wash, no time schedule that needs to be adhered to -- and the list could go on and on.
As seen on The Hodge Podge Diaries posted 09/06/13 It's been a while since my last post and I think that Mothers everywhere can relate when I explain my apparent absence is due to the madness that comes with the completion of summer holidays. Can you relate to the feeling?... ...more
It’s early September. Olivia would have been starting her senior year. For the first time since she was a small child, I’m not part of the back to school shopping rituals. Instead, I pass by the rows of school supplies and clothing that all calls to me—the fat pencils for small hands, the trendy clothes for teenage bodies, the bright bedding sets for dorm-bound freshmen. For an instant, I stop in front of a display of lunch boxes on sale. Finally, the perfect thermos for Olivia’s hot Chai to go… And then I remember. What am I doing?...more