She followed her heart, and so shall I.
My daughter is still in England, but will be on her way to Paris to celebrate New Years.
I’m home making changes to the house.
I read a Blog where one Mom has a stack of shower curtains. She changes them out seasonally, which I thought was a sweet idea. My daughter and I don’t have room to store things plus, I love my shower curtain, but could see room for improvement.
Our shower curtain hooks are plastic.
We’ve had them a long time, and they’re beginning to break. I spotted these on Etsy and fell in love.
My daughter’s nickname is “Queen B.’
The choices we make snowball over time.
Three years ago, my daughter would not be in England for three weeks. I wasn’t sure it was possible a year ago, because when she told me her plan, I saw dollar signs floating through the air.
By the grace of God, she’s on a trip of a lifetime.
I could have bought a new shower curtain, but opted for bee rings. It’s the small choices over a period of time that add up to a beautiful life.
All hail to the Queen! xx
SC Lourie designed Christmas cards this year. I saw them online after Thanksgiving and fell in love. I was so excited about the cards I overlooked the shipping method and she sent them regular mail.
They arrived last weekend from the UK.
I have fond memories of Christmas cards as a child. Mama would tape them around doorways.
They have become a lost art so I’m grateful for the creative souls who are bringing them back to life.
I realized this year I missed them. You give what you wish to receive. The last one was mailed today.
Years ago, my then husband and I had cards printed and engraved with our family’s names and mailed by a mail house right after Thanksgiving.
I don’t know if I’m bending the rules to the point of nonexistence, or if they just broke when my marriage did. It didn’t bother me one bit to mail these cards the week before Christmas.
They are full of love and they are mailed.
It’s important what’s around you.
My bedroom has always been a haven.
I’ve had some glamorous ones, but the one I have now is simple. Do I miss the ginormous bedroom with it’s own sitting area? Nope. Now I sit in the middle of my bed, and watch the day begin as the sunlight streams through the double windows.
I’m surrounded by my favorite things.
This is a beautiful attitude adjuster.
It reminds me how we’re supposed to live our daily life. If we do all things with love, even things we might dread, the main emotion we feel is love.
Maybe you have a job you’re not particularly passionate about. Do it with love, and it gets better. Love encompasses and overpowers negativity.
Here is a card from my daughter.
I’ve had this frame for years. It has just enough bling, but on the verge of being gaudy. Seeing this card sitting by my bed makes me smile because it’s what my daughter sees, and what I strive to be.
People who love us can see our full potential. Even when we don’t, they do.
What does your world resonate? Is it filled with people and things that make you better? If not, you may want to change how you surround yourself.
I try not to rush anymore, but recently I found myself getting sucked into life’s frenzy.
This morning it was time to stop.
I’ve been watching my daughter.
At 19 years old she has wisdom and discernment, and makes sound decisions. I’ve stepped back to let her practice running her own life. Watching how she manages it, and giving her plenty of space. She’s been adulting very well except for this one thing….
Mentally and physically.
I took a long look at how busy she has been. We both have, but I could also feel a disconnect. We are more than roommates. We actually do this life together, but when she came home Monday from her Dad’s, she sat down and fell asleep in her chair.
Her visits with her Dad haven’t changed since the move, even though the distance has. He’s only ten minutes away now instead of an hour, but she still packs her duffel bag every Friday, and heads to his home. Stays the weekend and comes back here on Monday. She has three days before doing it all again.
She communicates with her Dad, and they make their own plans, until this morning. While she slept, I texted him and told him she is staying home this weekend. It was time to step in and be the Mama.
When she awoke, I told her what I did, and she looked mortified that I had stepped in, but you know what else I saw? Relief. And a slight smile.
This weekend she doesn’t have to be an adult. We will spend time together doing whatever we choose.
Today was a good day to step in and be the Mama.