salve for a frazzled soul

When healing happens,even if it is just a small step on a long journey, I crave solitude.  I can hear His voice and I know I am on the right path.  Breadcrumbs.

When all gets still with my soul, I notice little things.

Groovy Kind of Love.  Phil Collins songs are often piped in on the sound system at the local grocery store. 
The bagger asks, "Do you need help getting these to your car?"  I say "No, thank you."  Because I don't need the help.  Not this time.

When things are quiet, like a stolen moment to return last week's books to the library and to pick up a few more for this week's bedtimes, I love to look at the spines of books.  Especially the older books for middle school-aged kids.  The books from the 50's and 60's possess something of my soul.... can't quite describe it, but they, like many things from that era, draw me to themselves somehow.  Inanimate little devils.   

Vintage sheet set handed down from my grandmother to use for sewing projects.  Little did she know they would end up fitting my bed.  Just. Perfectly.  Gauze dressing for the heart.  Cheery little flowers.

The beautiful sound of a friend's voice.  Water to the parched earth.

Small things that keep me sane.

what happens in the dining room stays in the dining room: aka somebody better warn vegas

So King decides to teach the kids how to play the many versions of poker. Five Card Stud, Texas Hold Em, etc.

How sad is it that the 5 year old swept up?!?! 

summertime, summertime sum sum summertime

So far we have been keeping the kids busy this summer.  They have:

• gone to the mountains and enjoyed the crisp, icy waters of the lakes and streams there
• worked hard at football, softball, and swim practice during the week
• logged in 6 hours at the pool (would have been much more if I hadn't have gotten a major sunburn the first time we went)
• been tormented at the orthodontist (#1 to get braces at the end of the month.  She's crushed.)
• ridden all the rollercoasters at the park
• gone dancing at the Elk's Club
• played tons of card games

three guesses

"Mom, is it ok if we be nice to ants?"

housekeeping

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the good old days

I love summer for its simplicity. There is only one goal: to relax and have fun. In an effort to avoid having the children sit in front of tv for hours on end, like they are inclined to want to do, we have decided to utilize the local library's incredible collection of audiobooks. We will start with Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events.


As we sit in the living room, listening to the first in the series, The Bad Beginning, I imagine we are like the families in these photos where everyone is well-dressed, and content.
I love living in a fantasy world.

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"The good old days weren't always good, and tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems." Billy Joel Keeping The Faith

these years need to come with a warning