So, wedding dress shopping was really fun.
I know your wedding is a big day, but do I know anyone who really spent $2,000 on a wedding dress? We put Joy in some expensive dresses, for fun, they were really pretty, but seriously $2,000?!?!? Maybe I am just too practical - not sure that is true, but I am tooo something to spend that kind of cash for 1 day. Maybe if I had it to spend that would make a difference, but I'm not sure that it would.
We had a great day. We hit 2 shops and had Joy try on probably 25+ dresses. It was a successful day, because a decision was in fact made. There were many laughs, in fact there were a few leg crossing laughs. (Those of you who haven't had a baby yet may not understand, but many of you know exactly what I am talking about. Sarah says she doesn't, but is serious about her kegels - don't know if that is common knowledge, but I guess it is now. Love you Sarah!!) You know those days when you just laugh a lot, but either can't remember why or shouldn't retell the story, that is the kind of day it was. What fun.
Thanks Joy, for including me in this day. I am proud to be your big sister and am so proud that you are excited about your wedding, but more excited about your marriage. You haven't lost your perspective about what this day represents and why it is important to celebrate a wedding, but even more important to launch a marriage well. I look forward to being a part of this blessed event and am so glad for all the circumstances that led you to this place at this time. How exciting to look ahead and imagine what God has to hold for you and your Honey.
I'm just going to end this by saying "Pip-squeak" and see if Mom will tell the rest of the story.
Love you, my favorite girls and shopping companions.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Wedding Dress Shopping - weird
On the cusp (don't you love when you can show off a college education) of wedding dress shopping with my little sister, I am feeling a little weird.
Weird because she was supposed to stay little. She was the surprise ending of my siblings, and what a blessing. I remember when Mom and Dad told us that they were having another baby, after having 4 you just assume your parents are done. It was funny, because Dad said that there was a special surprise coming to our family after Christmas and that it came in a sack. GROSS!! Just tell us that Mom is having a baby, don't go into detail Dad. I was 9 when that announcement was made and 10 when Joy Kathleen arrived. Once she was born I remember talking to mom about what we would do without her and how we felt like our family was complete before she came, but it wasn't. For those of you that don't believe I can remember these conversations, I can. Mom and I talked in the big grey van after going to Pizza Hut in Mt. Pleasant, which was rare for us. We had taken back all the pop cans that day and were able to go out to dinner on the proceeds, now that is a lot of pop cans. It was Saturday night and the boys were bouncing around in the back, Sarah was sleeping, and Dad had gone into the gas station to pay, I was sitting next to Joy and talking to Mom in the front seat. Crazy the things you remember.
So tomorrow, I get to go with this little girl, who is now all grown up and mushy in love with a great guy, Grant. (oooh, fancy words and alliteration, I must be tired to pull all this off) WEIRD!! What fun it will be to go wedding dress shopping. Mom, Sarah, and I will be a great audience, and Joy will beam with delight. The laughter will make people look and the conversations should be recorded. We will tell stories, talk about random weird things that only we get, because of the context that only we know. You know what I mean, sister stuff.
We will miss Dad, not that he would have come, but because we always miss Dad.
So, who will cry first? Who will pick out the ugliest dress? Who will get honked off by the rude clerk and talk not to them, but loudly enough for them to hear? I may never tell, unless it is just the funniest story that must be told. I can tell you this that this will be a blessed day, and one that will have at least one lingering trip to Starbucks, cause that's how we roll. (There's that college education again.)
I love Joy and am honored to be a part of the process in welcoming Grant into our family and celebrating a marriage that will give our final Kelly girl a "B" last name. How weird is that? Thanks for letting me come Joy. With all the opinions, ideas, bossiness, and the rest of the things you hate to love about me.
See you at noon!!
Weird because she was supposed to stay little. She was the surprise ending of my siblings, and what a blessing. I remember when Mom and Dad told us that they were having another baby, after having 4 you just assume your parents are done. It was funny, because Dad said that there was a special surprise coming to our family after Christmas and that it came in a sack. GROSS!! Just tell us that Mom is having a baby, don't go into detail Dad. I was 9 when that announcement was made and 10 when Joy Kathleen arrived. Once she was born I remember talking to mom about what we would do without her and how we felt like our family was complete before she came, but it wasn't. For those of you that don't believe I can remember these conversations, I can. Mom and I talked in the big grey van after going to Pizza Hut in Mt. Pleasant, which was rare for us. We had taken back all the pop cans that day and were able to go out to dinner on the proceeds, now that is a lot of pop cans. It was Saturday night and the boys were bouncing around in the back, Sarah was sleeping, and Dad had gone into the gas station to pay, I was sitting next to Joy and talking to Mom in the front seat. Crazy the things you remember.
So tomorrow, I get to go with this little girl, who is now all grown up and mushy in love with a great guy, Grant. (oooh, fancy words and alliteration, I must be tired to pull all this off) WEIRD!! What fun it will be to go wedding dress shopping. Mom, Sarah, and I will be a great audience, and Joy will beam with delight. The laughter will make people look and the conversations should be recorded. We will tell stories, talk about random weird things that only we get, because of the context that only we know. You know what I mean, sister stuff.
We will miss Dad, not that he would have come, but because we always miss Dad.
So, who will cry first? Who will pick out the ugliest dress? Who will get honked off by the rude clerk and talk not to them, but loudly enough for them to hear? I may never tell, unless it is just the funniest story that must be told. I can tell you this that this will be a blessed day, and one that will have at least one lingering trip to Starbucks, cause that's how we roll. (There's that college education again.)
I love Joy and am honored to be a part of the process in welcoming Grant into our family and celebrating a marriage that will give our final Kelly girl a "B" last name. How weird is that? Thanks for letting me come Joy. With all the opinions, ideas, bossiness, and the rest of the things you hate to love about me.
See you at noon!!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Camp
Here I sit at camp, on a computer. I know, I know . . .
I love East Iowa Bible Camp. There are a few places in the world, where as you drive closer you feel like a kid again, getting so excited to be there and comfortable with where you are heading as you pull in the drive way it is like coming home. Camp is one of those for me, well maybe it is the one, other than where I grew up. I love being here and I love that my family loves being here. I remember when I brought Curtis up here the first time, he didn't know what to expect, and asked if this was going to have to be our vacation every year. I don't think I said yes, but I was hopeful that he would fall in love with camp and all that it represents and he did.
My dad loved camp and wanted our family to value what it meant to him. He had two main things that he worked to keep the main things, God and family. If you can keep those two things in focus, everything else will work itself out. Camp is a break from the reality of the everyday, it is a shelter from the storm. It is a place to go and recharge your battery and reconnect with all that is important in life, God and family. Thanks Dad, I hope that your two main things are mine as well.
At camp you will hear great stories of where and how God is at work in lives and communities. You get a bigger picture of the world, and the important message of it's not about YOU, it's about how HE can use you. You see all the ways that God uses people here, both in big and small ways. Do you have any idea how many people have come through this camp and chosen to do God's work? Neither do I (I bet you were expecting some stats), but I will tell you that most of my camp friends have chosen to allow God to work through their lives, some have chosen missions and are working in foreign countries, others are working in churches all over this country, and many others are actively involved in their local church and its ministries. What an honor to have learned the message of EIBC as a child, "To know Christ and to make Him known" and let that become the song in your heart and message of your life. Thank you East Iowa, for bringing me in contact with exciting and inspiring missionaries and for challenging me with interesting and applicable Bible teaching. I leave camp with a desire to be used by the God I say I serve in a better, more complete way, so that it isn't just what I say, it is who I am.
I love coming to camp with my family, I have been coming since I was very young. It has been "vacation" for most of my life. As a child, we looked forward to this week all year. We had friends that were our camp friends and of course a crush or two along the way, but it was just a great time to get away together. It was so fun to play together (I have 2 brothers and 2 sisters) with differnt stuff in different ways. We loved the pool, the pond, Bible drills in chapel, and competing with and against each other in the great relay races. As we got older we began to hang out with other kids and then the fun of mutual secrets began. It was the one time a year when it felt like the weight of the world was off my dad, I see that now much more than I did then. He would truly relax at camp. The Mike laugh would ring out through Kid Run Valley, his stories were better around the camp fire, and he loved the people he met and only saw here. He loved the friends from home that still come here each year and the relationship that is built through camp. They are the thick and thin friends. There were great times of sitting, just talking together, and I always loved watching him with my mom. One of the hardest things after his death was returning to camp, less than a month later. We knew that some of our camp friends wouldn't know and would be looking for him, not having him here was hard then, and I still feel his absence now. Oh the fun he would have with the grandchildren that are here this week, there are eight here.
Now, I am the mom and I love having my kids at camp. They are getting some of the same experiences that I cherish so much and building those lasting friendships. There is just something about someone who knew you when you were so young and cute and stuck with you even when you weren't and now they are watching my children be young and cute. (Surely my kids won't go through that un-cute phase.) I am relaxed here, I trust the people and the camp. I allow my children a freedom that they don't often have anywhere else. Camp to me is a safe place and my children love it here. Michael has been asking when we are coming for months now, and will be sad to leave on Saturday morning.
There is just enough structure that it is not a free for all and enough freedom that you can take your time and do all the fun things. There are enough simple activities that you will crave fun for fun's sake when you get home and realize how much we over schedule and over plan and over stuff our lives. You know what? Camp doesn't need jet ski's and ropes courses, just creativity and a willingness to continually find the fun in life and pursue the simple and best things in life. God and family.
Wow, all this to say, I love camp and am so glad to be back again this year and pray that I will be able to return again next summer. Long live East Iowa Bible Camp!!
I love East Iowa Bible Camp. There are a few places in the world, where as you drive closer you feel like a kid again, getting so excited to be there and comfortable with where you are heading as you pull in the drive way it is like coming home. Camp is one of those for me, well maybe it is the one, other than where I grew up. I love being here and I love that my family loves being here. I remember when I brought Curtis up here the first time, he didn't know what to expect, and asked if this was going to have to be our vacation every year. I don't think I said yes, but I was hopeful that he would fall in love with camp and all that it represents and he did.
My dad loved camp and wanted our family to value what it meant to him. He had two main things that he worked to keep the main things, God and family. If you can keep those two things in focus, everything else will work itself out. Camp is a break from the reality of the everyday, it is a shelter from the storm. It is a place to go and recharge your battery and reconnect with all that is important in life, God and family. Thanks Dad, I hope that your two main things are mine as well.
At camp you will hear great stories of where and how God is at work in lives and communities. You get a bigger picture of the world, and the important message of it's not about YOU, it's about how HE can use you. You see all the ways that God uses people here, both in big and small ways. Do you have any idea how many people have come through this camp and chosen to do God's work? Neither do I (I bet you were expecting some stats), but I will tell you that most of my camp friends have chosen to allow God to work through their lives, some have chosen missions and are working in foreign countries, others are working in churches all over this country, and many others are actively involved in their local church and its ministries. What an honor to have learned the message of EIBC as a child, "To know Christ and to make Him known" and let that become the song in your heart and message of your life. Thank you East Iowa, for bringing me in contact with exciting and inspiring missionaries and for challenging me with interesting and applicable Bible teaching. I leave camp with a desire to be used by the God I say I serve in a better, more complete way, so that it isn't just what I say, it is who I am.
I love coming to camp with my family, I have been coming since I was very young. It has been "vacation" for most of my life. As a child, we looked forward to this week all year. We had friends that were our camp friends and of course a crush or two along the way, but it was just a great time to get away together. It was so fun to play together (I have 2 brothers and 2 sisters) with differnt stuff in different ways. We loved the pool, the pond, Bible drills in chapel, and competing with and against each other in the great relay races. As we got older we began to hang out with other kids and then the fun of mutual secrets began. It was the one time a year when it felt like the weight of the world was off my dad, I see that now much more than I did then. He would truly relax at camp. The Mike laugh would ring out through Kid Run Valley, his stories were better around the camp fire, and he loved the people he met and only saw here. He loved the friends from home that still come here each year and the relationship that is built through camp. They are the thick and thin friends. There were great times of sitting, just talking together, and I always loved watching him with my mom. One of the hardest things after his death was returning to camp, less than a month later. We knew that some of our camp friends wouldn't know and would be looking for him, not having him here was hard then, and I still feel his absence now. Oh the fun he would have with the grandchildren that are here this week, there are eight here.
Now, I am the mom and I love having my kids at camp. They are getting some of the same experiences that I cherish so much and building those lasting friendships. There is just something about someone who knew you when you were so young and cute and stuck with you even when you weren't and now they are watching my children be young and cute. (Surely my kids won't go through that un-cute phase.) I am relaxed here, I trust the people and the camp. I allow my children a freedom that they don't often have anywhere else. Camp to me is a safe place and my children love it here. Michael has been asking when we are coming for months now, and will be sad to leave on Saturday morning.
There is just enough structure that it is not a free for all and enough freedom that you can take your time and do all the fun things. There are enough simple activities that you will crave fun for fun's sake when you get home and realize how much we over schedule and over plan and over stuff our lives. You know what? Camp doesn't need jet ski's and ropes courses, just creativity and a willingness to continually find the fun in life and pursue the simple and best things in life. God and family.
Wow, all this to say, I love camp and am so glad to be back again this year and pray that I will be able to return again next summer. Long live East Iowa Bible Camp!!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Adah's 1st Birthday and time
It's been awhile. Let's see . . . since I last wrote - my baby turned ONE, my baby sister got engaged, and we had the 6th anniversary of Dad's sudden death. Each of these things is one of those time things. It is just so weird how fast time goes and how it can seem like forever ago and yesterday at the same time. I thought that I would blog on each of these individually, but didn't get it done. It is my procrastination . . . best of intentions, crappy follow through. (Does anyone else love the word crap, crappy, crapola . . . ? Any of it's versions are good with me - sorry Mom, but it could be worse)
My sweet Adah turned one on June 14. I can't believe it. It happened too quickly, she went from baby to not a baby in a blink. As I watch her toddling everywhere, fearlessly climbing and exploring, I wonder who she will be. Will this daredevil spirit remain? Will I nurture that in her or quench it and make her fearful? (Lord, please don't let me be that kind of mother. - an honest prayer from me to God) Will the stubborn nature that enables her to stand her ground with her brother be something I stop laughing about soon? I pray that I will have the blessing of watching her grow and finding joy in each of her moments. I know all too well about the brevity of life, there are no guarantees, but I do have today. How can I cherish and give my best in the everyday moments? What will her fond memories be? It is so fun to watch her and her adoring big brother. They really do like each other, currently. Is there any better sound than hearing siblings play together, willingly and enjoy it. I am so blessed to be the mother of Adah. Thank you Adah, for brightening my day and helping me to realize how much fun girls can be. I am loving watching you grow into the person God wants you to be, I can't wait to see what this world holds for you, but don't want it to happen too quickly although no matter what it will probably be too quickly, and I pray that I can be a continual part of your journey through this life. What a first year we have had together.
It's late, I will have to catch this train of thought later to talk about Joy and Dad.
My sweet Adah turned one on June 14. I can't believe it. It happened too quickly, she went from baby to not a baby in a blink. As I watch her toddling everywhere, fearlessly climbing and exploring, I wonder who she will be. Will this daredevil spirit remain? Will I nurture that in her or quench it and make her fearful? (Lord, please don't let me be that kind of mother. - an honest prayer from me to God) Will the stubborn nature that enables her to stand her ground with her brother be something I stop laughing about soon? I pray that I will have the blessing of watching her grow and finding joy in each of her moments. I know all too well about the brevity of life, there are no guarantees, but I do have today. How can I cherish and give my best in the everyday moments? What will her fond memories be? It is so fun to watch her and her adoring big brother. They really do like each other, currently. Is there any better sound than hearing siblings play together, willingly and enjoy it. I am so blessed to be the mother of Adah. Thank you Adah, for brightening my day and helping me to realize how much fun girls can be. I am loving watching you grow into the person God wants you to be, I can't wait to see what this world holds for you, but don't want it to happen too quickly although no matter what it will probably be too quickly, and I pray that I can be a continual part of your journey through this life. What a first year we have had together.
It's late, I will have to catch this train of thought later to talk about Joy and Dad.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Devotion's, sin, and choices
Today God woke me up. I keep saying I want to have a quality quiet time, but don't have the time or energy to do it well so it consistently gets put off, and this week at our MOPS steering meeting one of the mentors said that if I was choosing to not do it when I had time to do other things like watching TV, being on the computer . . . then maybe it wasn't the business of life that was keeping me from a quiet time, it was a sin issue. WOW! Light bulb moment. A sin issue, but I am a mom, I am too busy for sin. RIGHT!! Today God gave me the chance again. I woke up just before 5:30 and instead of flipping on the TV to let the news lull me back to sleep, I got up. I chose to have a quiet time, which meant that today I did have the time and I chose something over myself - GOD, I chose focused time with GOD. What a radical concept, I know.
Let everything you say be good and helpful so that your words will be an encouragement to those who hear them. Ephesians 4:29
This was nearly the first thing I read and what I needed to hear. This verse is a verse I have read and heard, memorized and recited, but today it was all new.
Is everything I say good and helpful? Are my words encouraging? I think that I am good with words. I rarely am at a loss of what to say and even can be eloquent. I love finding the right word for the right moment. But EVERYTHING. Really. Even at home. I look at how I interact with my family and am convicted that maybe it is when I have my "public" face and my "church" hat on that I live this verse. Or give it a good attempt. If it is not who I am always, am I faking it? How many times do I just tell my family what I want and expect and never think about my words being good and helpful and being an encouragement.
Convicting to this mom, who can be short tempered and short sighted.
So devotion is doing what it needs to do in my life, convicting me, asking me to make better choices, and recognizing that there is One who does this in my life. God is using this verse to make me a better mom, today. Tomorrow I will start all over, but hope that I can continue to be aware of the power of words.
Wow, who knew that I could feel awake at 7:30 and be ready to start my day.
Let everything you say be good and helpful so that your words will be an encouragement to those who hear them. Ephesians 4:29
This was nearly the first thing I read and what I needed to hear. This verse is a verse I have read and heard, memorized and recited, but today it was all new.
Is everything I say good and helpful? Are my words encouraging? I think that I am good with words. I rarely am at a loss of what to say and even can be eloquent. I love finding the right word for the right moment. But EVERYTHING. Really. Even at home. I look at how I interact with my family and am convicted that maybe it is when I have my "public" face and my "church" hat on that I live this verse. Or give it a good attempt. If it is not who I am always, am I faking it? How many times do I just tell my family what I want and expect and never think about my words being good and helpful and being an encouragement.
Convicting to this mom, who can be short tempered and short sighted.
So devotion is doing what it needs to do in my life, convicting me, asking me to make better choices, and recognizing that there is One who does this in my life. God is using this verse to make me a better mom, today. Tomorrow I will start all over, but hope that I can continue to be aware of the power of words.
Wow, who knew that I could feel awake at 7:30 and be ready to start my day.
Friday, May 15, 2009
I remembered #3
I remembered #3 - What tickles you?
Those are great questions for life:
1) What makes you tick?
2) What tickles you?
3) What ticks you off?
Think about it for a while, you may be surprised what pops into your head.
I think that these were supposed to be in reference to organizing your home, but what a way to prioritize your life. Wow, if I could figure out and harness what makes me tick, spend time doing what tickles me, and avoid what ticks me off, what kind of person would I be?
Those are great questions for life:
1) What makes you tick?
2) What tickles you?
3) What ticks you off?
Think about it for a while, you may be surprised what pops into your head.
I think that these were supposed to be in reference to organizing your home, but what a way to prioritize your life. Wow, if I could figure out and harness what makes me tick, spend time doing what tickles me, and avoid what ticks me off, what kind of person would I be?
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Okay - I just won a spider solitaire game so I am free to start blogging now. Something happens to me - whenever I turn on the computer I have to have a game going and I can't stop until I have won. It is what I do while I wait for the slow dial up to do whatever it has to do. It really is hard for me to end a game before it is over. What is wrong with me? Is there a support group for this?
Moving on.
I have been reading. I am at least one chapter into each of the books and love them all. Right now, I am stuck in the organizing book. It says that I should escape somewhere alone without distractions and develop a plan of attack. Well, I have been stalled here for a month. But I have been trying to answer 3 important questions we all should answer:
1) What makes you tick?
2) What ticks you off?
oh and now I can't remember #3, I would look it up but the book is up next to my bed and I don't know when I would return. But those 2 are a great start. I will figure it out later and let you know, if I remember. My 2 brain cells have not been playing well together lately. Maybe I need more sleep. (I say at 12:22 am)
Real Mom's . . . Real Jesus is great. I love it. The first chapter "The Truth about Serving" is all about taking the time to see what you do as a mom is serve and in order to serve well you need to let others serve you. Now this can get hard. The end of the chapter even gives some scenarios: "When your husband says, 'How can I help you' don't brush him away, but invite him to join you in whatever you are doing." I don't know about anyone else, but sometime I want to just do it, myself, because I should have it together enough to complete a task. But the reality is that I am not that together. Our MOPS steering team is going to be reading this book together this summer. So I am trying to not get too far into it. It is hard, because it is really good.
I have even started Chief Home Officer. It has become my bathtub book. A bathtub book is a book that stays in my bathroom, not for toilet reading - I know what you are thinking, I don't spend that much time on the toilet, who wants to linger there? It is in the bathroom for bath tub reading. I love baths, so I love to have an excuse to take one. Reading is a great excuse. It also helps the time go a little more quickly when I am giving a bath to my kiddos, who love to play in the bath. I always have a bathtub book, although when the Real Simple Magazine comes, I take a disappear to the tub with that. Okay, more than anyone needs to know about me. The Chief Home Officer is great, it is really dealing right now with that transition from work to home and how big of a thing that is. Some of you may not have felt this way, but I really did. My expectations were wrong as far as life at home and my needs didn't change. I still wanted to be busy and productive and I didn't realize how much all that people interaction fed me and what coming down off of it would do to me. Now I don't want to sound like I regret it, I never did. I just didn't realize what this adjustmetn would be. So this book is great and I can't wait to get into the real practical stuff of running a home and making it work for me. I hate days when I get to the end and wondered what exactly I did all day. Maybe a plan, I always had one while working, will help me.
Wow, a lot of nothing. Maybe I should take the time to blog individually about these books so I can really get my thoughts on each out. I know that there are a few people who will read this, but I am really blogging more for myself. It seems easier than journalling in some wierd way, but serves the same purpose.
Well, I should be folding laundry and maybe you should be too, but I am glad I did this. Hope all is well in your world. Love on those you love right NOW!!
Moving on.
I have been reading. I am at least one chapter into each of the books and love them all. Right now, I am stuck in the organizing book. It says that I should escape somewhere alone without distractions and develop a plan of attack. Well, I have been stalled here for a month. But I have been trying to answer 3 important questions we all should answer:
1) What makes you tick?
2) What ticks you off?
oh and now I can't remember #3, I would look it up but the book is up next to my bed and I don't know when I would return. But those 2 are a great start. I will figure it out later and let you know, if I remember. My 2 brain cells have not been playing well together lately. Maybe I need more sleep. (I say at 12:22 am)
Real Mom's . . . Real Jesus is great. I love it. The first chapter "The Truth about Serving" is all about taking the time to see what you do as a mom is serve and in order to serve well you need to let others serve you. Now this can get hard. The end of the chapter even gives some scenarios: "When your husband says, 'How can I help you' don't brush him away, but invite him to join you in whatever you are doing." I don't know about anyone else, but sometime I want to just do it, myself, because I should have it together enough to complete a task. But the reality is that I am not that together. Our MOPS steering team is going to be reading this book together this summer. So I am trying to not get too far into it. It is hard, because it is really good.
I have even started Chief Home Officer. It has become my bathtub book. A bathtub book is a book that stays in my bathroom, not for toilet reading - I know what you are thinking, I don't spend that much time on the toilet, who wants to linger there? It is in the bathroom for bath tub reading. I love baths, so I love to have an excuse to take one. Reading is a great excuse. It also helps the time go a little more quickly when I am giving a bath to my kiddos, who love to play in the bath. I always have a bathtub book, although when the Real Simple Magazine comes, I take a disappear to the tub with that. Okay, more than anyone needs to know about me. The Chief Home Officer is great, it is really dealing right now with that transition from work to home and how big of a thing that is. Some of you may not have felt this way, but I really did. My expectations were wrong as far as life at home and my needs didn't change. I still wanted to be busy and productive and I didn't realize how much all that people interaction fed me and what coming down off of it would do to me. Now I don't want to sound like I regret it, I never did. I just didn't realize what this adjustmetn would be. So this book is great and I can't wait to get into the real practical stuff of running a home and making it work for me. I hate days when I get to the end and wondered what exactly I did all day. Maybe a plan, I always had one while working, will help me.
Wow, a lot of nothing. Maybe I should take the time to blog individually about these books so I can really get my thoughts on each out. I know that there are a few people who will read this, but I am really blogging more for myself. It seems easier than journalling in some wierd way, but serves the same purpose.
Well, I should be folding laundry and maybe you should be too, but I am glad I did this. Hope all is well in your world. Love on those you love right NOW!!
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