Attention Kiddo: There will be no more climbing the kitchen cabinets using knobs as toe-holds to hoist yourself up. This is a direct order. I spent last week google-image-researching for the matching replacement knobs. Mr. UPS Man delivered them in the sleet today. I just replaced them tightly with a screwdriver. If you can't reach it, ask the Tall One to retrieve it for you. If he's not at home, ask Medium Tall. If he's not at home, slide a kitchen chair over. Signed, Your Loving Mother <3
What I hold dear: *~God has a purpose for my life. No other person can take my place. It isn't a big place to be sure, but for years I have been molded in a peculiar way to fill a particular niche in the world's work. Everyday I thank God for those talents and gifts.~* These PS moments have resonated within me. They're worthy enough to steal my time from a busy life to share what my heart has begged my fingers to tap onto keyboard. These Postscripts from Home make up my story.
Friday, January 25, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Uganda
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Nests = Home
Daughter discovered this little nest upside down on the ground while we were out walking Piper. She knows how much I love these delicate natural works of art, so she carried it home carefully cupped in her hand. Along the way she asked why ...I like empty bird nests so much... and it made me think. Because I said, they remind me that no matter how much I love my home-- the nest that I carefully wove all cozy and tucked in with wonders I've discovered along the way-- they're only temporary. Empty bird nests remind me that homes themselves are temporary but the love that happens in them goes on forever. ♥
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
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