Not perfect just beautiful

 

The quilt I made for this precious little girl isn't perfect, but the picture of her using it is. 

My super power : Making warriors

 I love to create, make things, grow things. Not everything works out as planned and I could probably start a book on Pinterest fails, but as long as I'm having fun and learning things-I'll keep on trying and doing especially when I consider my successes. 

Oh those purple first prize ribbons are nice. Real nice. I think I'll always treasure them, but you know what I treasure more?

My kids.

Those crazy little brats have grown up to be incredible adults. They're brave. They'll stand up for what they think is right and even fight for what's right. It would just be so easy to say nothing and just roll with the flow, but they don't. Not one of them is capable of just keeping their mouth shut and letting something go down. It's making life a little more difficult, but I can't be more proud.

My little warriors. Not so little anymore. 

Remembering 9/11

 Nineteen years ago, The Twin Towers fell and America's innocence was shattered. Never had so much devastation come to our country and it hit like nothing before.  Today's feed is blasted with images of that day. I can tell you where I was. What I was doing and I can tell you what I was feeling.  I remember the pit I carried in my stomach for days. I remember how sore my eyes were. I remember trying to explain to my kids what had happened without scaring them. I don't think I succeeded.  I know they were scared. We all were. 

There were so many heroes that showed themselves on that day. Some we may never hear about.  

Has it been ten years?

 Oh I know it has. A wonderful ten years. I went to the beach to return to find this:

We usually go somewhere for our Anniversary. We made several different plans but they all went south due to the pandemic restrictions.  So we went with an abreviated version of last years plan that was cancelled due to a hurricane. For the last three years, someone has gone with us on vacation.  Wonderful memories were made, but this year it was just Dwight and I. I think we needed it. 

Sometimes you get so caught up in making a living and working,  you forget how important the little things are...like making coffee for your person just the way they like it. Like sitting in a car for hours with no radio and just talking. Like spooning.  Like making each other laugh just for the hell of it. Like putting someone's happiness before your own. 

An another Anniversary to realize how incredibly lucky I am.

And we're off

 Can't believe vacation 2020 is really gonna happen. We've planned so many trips and had to cancel due to COVID and travelling restrictions. It's finally happening. We're taking a trip to Sanibel Island where I'll hunt for sea shells and Dwight will use his medal detectors to find buried treasure. We'll rest and eat some seafood and hopefully get some good photos. All the while we'll be praying that Dixie does not go in to labor early and that things stay as calm as they can around our house. 

Day of the dogs

Actually yesterday was the day of the dogs. Dixie and Oscar celebrated their sixth birthday.  Dogs. Six years. Merely words that don't do them justice.  Dixie and Oscar are physically dogs but they are so much more than that... the memories,  the smiles, the laughter, the love they've given is so much more than from a dog. It's  from a friend. A loved one.
And six years? I can't imagine my life without them. Chances are I will probably out live them, but I don't want to. I  try not to think about it and we just make the most of every day.

Front porchin

I imagine with all the amount of quaranrintines going on there is a lot of front porchin. You know you sit on your front porch and take it all in. Early when covid 19 was just getting started, there were articles on how to raise your spirits. One of those articles recommended hanging Christmas lights and I did. I've always loved Christmas lights so I didn't really need a reason but it makes me appear a little more sane. Anyway, early Monday morning you can find me front porchin. I have the lights on and a good cup of coffee in my hands. The dogs and I take in the morning listening to whipporwills, an occasional owl, and sometimes coyotes howling in the distance.  The dogs play and I pray.
I thank God for the amazing life he's given me. I pray for the continued good health of our family especially our nurses. Goodness we have a lot of essential heroes.  I pray for people I don't even know. I pray that this virus ends and our country begins to heal.
Before I know it, the sun is breaking over the mountains and the lights aren't needed. My coffee is getting a little cool and it's time to start chores.