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Sunday Morning Sweetness...
Weary of puddle jumping for today...
Cobalt blue bottle...

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Nostalgia

I don't know if you are like me... but I am nostalgic. I've always known that but was reminded just yesterday walking into the local pool that we belong to. It was 98 degrees and humid. Getting straight into the pool was my goal but there it was it caught my eye just as I went to tuck in the top edges of my towel under the plastic lounge straps...that little kidney shaped baby pool ...empty and still. All of a sudden I found my mind racing back in time seeing my tall tanned high school graduate when he was about 2 in his striped swimmy diapers.

Patience is a Virtue

I think I knew that opening a shop in downtown Winchester would be somewhat of a challenge. I daresay some local merchants might even say that's a truth that goes without saying --when your location is a small town that sits at the northern most tip of Virgina in the Shenandoah Valley an hour and a half from D.C.  No, it would be no cake walk.
I was prepared though having lived in the area for nearly 20 years I knew that Winchesterites were a rather unique breed of bird. The highfalutin ones wouldn't be caught dead shopping downtown and the other townies wait for the Wallmart special "falling prices"  days to do their shopping.

Sunday Morning Sweetness...

Just to know that my phone will not ring until after noon.To pull the covers up over my shoulder and feel no guilt. I love the fact that our Creator-- in His divine design of things --set apart a day for rest. It delights me to have my seven year old daughter Eliza come, half asleep into the kitchen and help me stir the pancake mix and lay the bacon out in her own special pattern on the broiler pan. I am captivated by her blonde mop of curls spilling over her pinafore nightgown that I notice its suddenly looking way too small.

Weary of puddle jumping for today...

Her hair whips at her back as she leaps over rain puddles filling the gravel lot just outside the shop.
Unaware that I am watching, she prances marveling over her own grace and determination.
The youngest of eight, she has learned the importance of her own strength.
No proclamations will shape her world. She is her own girl.
People have asked me before, how I do it all ? with eight kids and two over 75 living at our house! 
I dont know how to answer that question?
Mountains to climb for me are an adventure.

Cobalt blue bottle...

   It is easy in life to miss out on what matters... we can't help but get caught up in the miniscule things that get in our shoes and cause us to be overly rushed and too distracted to see the beauty may be right in front of us. This little bottle captured my eye the other day in a small shop hidden amongst other treasures and its pretty clear blue reminded me of my grandmother Honey and how she loved the color blue. She would smile and say it was her favorite-- there was just something soothing in it.

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