Summer blessings

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik


The doorbell rang yesterday. I do not answer the door when Kelly isn't home. I peeked out the window and saw the flower delivery van. Hmmmm.... I figured it was a late delivery for Kelly's birthday (why someone would send a man flowers, I don't know). I opened the door and was handed a beautiful arrangement complete with my favorite colored purple ribbon and pot. The card had my name on it! I tore open the card and was immediately moved to tears. My very dear bff sent me flowers, because she knows our life has been a bit more trying lately and she wanted me to know she is thinking of me and there for me. What a blessing. A totally unexpected, but heart warming, blessing.





Thank you Summer, from the bottom of my heart---for the flowers, for the encouragement, for the extra grace, for your kind heart, for your friendship, for everything you've done for me.



LOL

Happy Birthday Kelly!!!

You're hilarious!



You can fall asleep anywhere.



You enjoy the outdoors, and one of the greatest joys in my life has been watching you be a dad to our little girl. Your love for her melts my heart.




You are my best friend.





You show me in you love me in so many ways.

You kill the spiders. You compliment me. You listen. You understand my heart. You always check when I hear a weird noise at night. You let me shop. You rub my legs when they hurt. You protect me. You fix the covers. You drive carefully when I'm putting my make-up on in the car. You hold me when I cry. You treat me better than I deserve. You take interest in the things I'm passionate about. You don't complain when the house is a mess. You apologize when you're wrong. You work hard. You want my opinion. You pray for me and Aspen. You defend me. You make me laugh all-the-time. You love our families. You get up with Aspen in the night. You sing. You love the Lord.


Happy birthday honey.

I love you and I love the way you love me.

They are new every morning

"Because of the Lord's great love, we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness." Lamentations 3: 22-23







Because of the Lord's kindness I am not done, I am not over, nor completed. HE does not change. His compassion does not cease. His mercies are fresh at the break of day and His stability is abundant.








(The photo is the sunrise outside my front door a few weeks ago)

Um, Aspen, you have lipstick on your teeth...and ALL OVER YOUR FACE!

See the new header picture? She's done it again! When will I learn that when Aspen is really quiet for more than 2 minutes, it means she's into something?!?! And how come she finds my MAC lipstick and not my wet & wild lipstick? She decided to add some black (MAC) eye liner this time also. Fabulous.

Oh, that little beautiful mess...

Finally home!

Aspen and I have been gone for 12 days! Although we had a wonderful time with friends and family, we are happy to be home. Shortly after we arrived home late last night, I asked Aspen, "was that a fun trip, punkin?" Aspen replies, "Yes, Karyn."