You never know what is going to jump out and find you, when you aren't even looking.
Yesterday I was not myself. Well, I was myself, but I was the emotional, weepy version. It happens.
Life isn't perfect and neither am I.
I have a lot on my plate, a lot of commitments. All good things. All gifts.
But still, there are only so many hours in a day. So many coherent thoughts I can put together. So much energy that I can expend, physically and emotionally. I am limited. I do not handle everything with grace.
And yet God does. His grace is boundless, endless, full.
He extends grace and love to me in ways that I know are for me alone. Ways that would look silly to others, seem funny and odd, are beautiful gifts to me.
Yesterday I found these chairs, these perfectly rusty, vintage robins egg blue chairs sticking out of a dumpster, this shelf, this perfectly crusty, peeling, vintagey green, in a trash heap. They are old, and crusty and imperfect. And there they were, in need of rescuing. In need of a home.
And they made me smile and they made my heart leap with gratitude and joy and I snatched them up.
They may look like rusty old useless things to some, but to me they are little post-it love notes, placed exactly where I would see them, when I needed it most.
I love reading this book. It is like eating the most delicious meal with someone you have always wanted to meet and instantly becoming kindred spirits, talking late into the night over bottles of wine, the candles burning down to nubs.
Welcome to Thursday's Confessions. A new weekly feature where I confess, before you my sisters and brothers, the silly, the ridiculous and even at times the shameful. Why? Because confession is good for the soul. Even in Blogland.
Confession: I love giveaways. I have even won several (nothing big like a trip to Paris or a new dishwasher, but lots of great, cute and handmade items.) I have even been known to host a few (though I am lousy at getting my prizes mailed off in a timely manner...)
Recently I was approached by a lovely online shop to host a giveaway for a beautiful dress. The company offered several lovely dress options that I could choose from to offer, along with a 10% discount for my readers. I was excited - who doesn't want a new beautiful dress??- until I began to look through all the selections. No XL's, no Plus Size options as giveaway items. I even asked.
So I passed. I just couldn't do it. I couldn't advertise and offer a product that I myself couldn't even use if I was the one entering the contest. What fun would that be? I might as well put "Giveaway for Skinny People Only" in the blog title. Not that I mind skinny people. Some of my bestest friends are skinny. But, as much as possible, I would like to be an equal-opportunity giveaway hostesses. No one should be left out of the fun. Life is hard enough, no sense in making it harder or lonelier for people.
So there it is. My confession for this week. Sorry for the lack of a giveaway- I hope you understand. I feel certain you must.
Brothers. They are the best of friends...at times. And then there are the other times.
I am finding that the older they get the less they tell me what they need and the more I have to really pay attention. I have to be present in ways that are new and challenging. I have to read between the lines, look for clues and keep my eyes open at all times.
Raising boys to men is never boring and I am a blessed Momma.
Believe it our not our school starts today! The school that the kids attend and I work at is a year round school - which means we only get about 4-5 weeks for summer. Because the weather is so blasted hot I don't mind too much - at least we are cool. And we get lots of other breaks when the weather is cooler, times when all the other schools are still slaving away.
I love working in a school. I love all seeing the kids grow from one year to the next (we are K-12 so it is extra fun because we can watch them go the whole way!) I also love all the getting ready for each new year- freshly sharpened pencils and blank notebooks, just waiting for oodles and doodles of inspiration...
Before we left my grandmothers house last weekend Miles (age 6) grabbed my camera and started snapping. I have been horribly delinquent in snapping pictures lately so we will have to Make-Do with his photo's for today.
This is what he saw:
Dirty dishes. Always. My family breeds dirty dishes.
Mini-Cans. My grandmother loves to buy the little mini-cans of soda. I don't mind either.
I feel a lot less guilty about drinking a small can of DP than a huge bottle.
For the kids. Like me. I mixed mine with Sprite for an extra zing.
Homemade Shortbread. Yummy.
The newspaper, where my grandfather left off reading.
We eat a ton of tomatoes in the summer. Have I mentioned this? My kids love them enough to take their picture. This should explain it all.
Revolving Chair Monopoly. We played for 2 days and we could have gone longer I feel certain.
So that is how Miles see's it. I like what he sees, it is a good life coming through that lens. Maybe I should hand him the camera more often!