Saturday, February 13, 2016

Do You Feel The Love?

Do you feel the love???

Just looking back over some photos that 
remind me of Valentine's Day. 

My friends back home know how to celebrate

Milk glass, my first love.

White Lace and Promises, 
my trademark, my song
and PINK!

The Family Name.
My Heritage.

My BIL's RED car. 
Anything red!

A rag doll.

Pops of Red

Playing dress up with my girl. 
Now 13, she's outgrown my silliness!

My girls's smile

My boy's passion 

Faith in a God WHO is STRONGER!

And little ones and so much more!

That's Love!

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Wednesday Hodgepodge: LOVE

Wednesday Hodgepodge

1. Create an acrostic using the word LOVE. 


Looks like babies and sunshine.
Often expressed with butterfly kisses and hugs from little ones.
Very warm like a blanket on a snow day
Especially when served up with a morning cup of coffee and Jesus.

2. Does love really conquer all? Why or why not?

The song, "All We Need is Love," is not really accurate. 
Sometimes love is not enough.  I've seen two people who really 
loved each other, but just didn't have the strength to hold on. 
Now, I like the words, "More than a Feeling."

3. Tell us about a time recently, where you really put your heart into something.

I put my heart into most everything I love.  I love with my heart. 
I've often had people tell me I was too sensitive.  You can't have a heart a
and not be sensitive. 

4. What's your favorite fictional love story?

The Notebook

5. Do you generally wear your heart on your sleeve, or keep your cards close to the vest?

I am sensitive.  Over the years that sensitivity has caused pain. 
We build walls for protection.  I've built a few myself.
Those I've loved the most have often hurt me the most. 
But as Martina McBride sings, "Love 'em anyway."

6. What food says love to you? Why?


Sitting around the table with my children after the meal says love to me.

7. When were you last 'tickled pink' over something? Explain.

I'm tickled to death that my baby girl is taking her first steps,
a few more each day.  She's tickled too.
She's is so tickled she falls in the floor on her stomach
laughing and kicking her feet.
She's proud:)
8.  Insert your own random thought here

I'm too tired to think...

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Old or New Prim

I've recently found some really cool pickin' places.

As I told Francine at 
I prefer the "real" primitive, 
but I found a great place with the "new,"
made-to-look prim.

The cotton was manufactured, the hearts were assembly-lined, 
the star was not real tin or real wood, and the sampler 
was not hand-stitched, but it was all "pretty" primitive.

The one thing that was real, the wooden basket!
Real OLD Wood.  Real OLD Rust!
The REAL thang!

From My Heart to Yours, 
Happy Heart Week!

Monday, February 8, 2016

A Feeling That Becomes a Commitment

"It takes a second to say I love you, but a lifetime to show it."

(I don't know what happened to the font.)

I read this quote this morning and yes, I agree.

A lifetime...
It's been almost 38 years, almost 4 decades, for us!

Love starts with a feeling and continues with a commitment.

Young love for me, it was.
A church event.  A game.  A glimpse from afar.
A phone call. A gift.

Cold hands and warm hearts.

White lace and promises.
A kiss for luck and we're on our way.

A very young man (18 years old) and his 17 year old bride.
We were babies. 

At first a feeling...a commitment for a lifetime. 

Putting a little light on the covenant of marriage.
The magic may wane, 
but the commitment to be true will last a lifetime. 

The above post says it better than I can. 
You'll understand what I'm saying when you read it. 

David and I have now walked through many different seasons. 
The Spring of New Beginnings.
The Fall of Change.
The Winter of pain and hurt, to each other and in life.
The Summer of LIFE!

The move has been several seasons wrapped up in one it seems. 
We've had our own set of challenges, 
pure elated joy and the grief of letting go.

Mr. H doesn't do change every well. 
He hides away, shuts himself off, lives in a cocoon
until the storm has passed. 

But remember from the cocoon comes the butterfly. 
So, I accept this time of isolation 
knowing that something beautiful will emerge. 

This is the kind of commitment that last a lifetime. 

(Please excuse the font above.  I don't know what happened.
Just put on your +300 bifocals and try to read. )