if i had a dollar for every batch i have made in my life…
i have recently discovered the luxury of parchment paper.
where has THAT been all of my life?
or, why was i not introduced to it before now?
great stuff, i think.
i told my husband that the kids were inquiring about when we would go to the library again, because we NEVER go there anymore.
after we missed returning a number of items after our Florida vacation, i was too sickened at the thought of forking over *that much money* for a library fine, so we have skipped the library since October.
i (somewhat) jokingly told Tim that ‘when the library starts being Christ-like and forgives all debts, then we’ll go back’.
and, then it occurred to me that i was not *exactly* being Christlike by not paying Ceasar what was his, so….
i coughed it up.
and now, we have gone to the library 3 times in the past 2 weeks.
those library trips just so happen to take us quite close to Target and a little cupcake shoppe that i had a buy-one-get-one coupon for.
that was fun.
to buy those cupcakes and give them away.
little random acts of kindness…they revitalize my spirit.
we had a snow day last week.
only, funny thing.
we didn’t get the snow.
whole lotta hype for nothing is what it turned out to be.
it actually makes me laugh to be honest.
those meteorologists…i would not want their jobs.
we had 2 days in the past week that the kiddos enjoyed playing on a playground.
i’m so ready for springtime to come and stay.
these little teasers of sunshine and warmish days…
oh, they are delicious!
with the onset of warmer days here and there, our yard and our neighbors yard burst into bloom with crocus and other wild little flowers.
Saturday, i got my first bouquet of the year from the little people in my life.
i went to the goodwill twice last week looking for a new vest for myself.
but, i did find one for each one of my four kiddos.
i’ve been thinking alot about how each one of us have our own story to tell.
and, yet, how so often times our stories weave into one another’s.
i think there is a fine line though between telling what is *my* story and telling what is anothers as mine.
we watched the movie The Words recently, and it has further stirred my thinking along these lines.
intriguing movie, although maybe not of all morals most high.
but, the story line and how another man steals a story and claims it as his own…and, the price he pays for that.
i don’t know….it’s made me think.
Tim and i had two blissful hours together last Thursday evening at Panera Bread.
a quiet table, a bowl of soup, half a sandwich, a cup of coffee.
sitting there talking and planning and thinking and LOVING.
best date we’ve had in a long time.
and, there is more i could say.
but, it’s late and i’m tired and my big girl is sick and i have my fingers crossed on the little one.
i figure i best sleep while i can.
thank you for stopping by on this Monday.
have a blessed week!