The Seasons of life

Today is a beautiful fall day and I can't help but want to be outside to enjoy it before the colder days arrive. So since our garage was an embarrassment I thought it would be as good a time as any to open the garage door and clean it out. Brandon was napping inside and Anson and Cameron were riding their bikes on the driveway. I was happy to be getting a lot done with minimal interuptions. But as I was finishing up I discovered that Cameron had been busy taking things out of the garage (that I had just put in the right spot) to set up 'house' in the front yard. That wasn't too bad I thought at least he is using his imagination. But then he got a bright idea to pick up a had full of leaves and scatter them all over my clean garage. It reminded me of the times that I have just finished cleaning the windows and five minutes later there are finger prints all over them, or it seems like right after I am done mopping, something sticky gets spilt on the floor. Sometimes I wish for the time when something stays clean for more than an hour after I am finished cleaning it. This is the season I am in at this point in my life, and I have to remind myself not to sweat the little things and not to take this season forgranted.
A couple years ago, Doug helped the boys make the sweetest mother's day gift for me. He had Anson and Cameron put their little hands in finger paint and stamp them on a piece of paper and then he wrote a touching poem on each. I often reread them when I find myself losing focus of what is really important in my life. I just wanted to share the poems with you, knowing that you will be touched. (Im not sure who wrote them or even where Doug got them from)

Sometimes you get discouraged
because I am so small
and always leave my fingerprints
on furniture and walls.

But everyday I'm growing
I'll be all grown up one day
and all my little fingerprints
will surely fade away.

So here's my little handprints
just so you can recall
exactly how my fingers looked
when I was very small.


Lots of little fingerprints
smudging up the wall
my traces through the livingroom
and up and down the hall.

Smdges on the furniture
and on the t.v. screen
all removed by polishing
to leave things sparkling clean.

Muddy little footprints tracks
across the kitchen floor
Mommy's mop and bucket comes
and then they are no more.

But Little children grow so fast
and memories of handprints fade
this souvenir will bring them back
and as you see it's all hand-made!

My 29th birthday.

Today is my 29th birthday. I feel uncomfortable sharing that because growing up we never celebrated birthday's. I realize the importance of celebrating birthdays though. Because by doing so, you are celebrating that person and why not celebrate one of God's creations?

I had a wonderful day. Doug planned a supper party at his mom and dad's. A few friends showed up and we shared a delicious meal and wonderful conversation. I feel blessed to have such a wonderful family and friends.

Getting started

I have been wanting to start a blog for a while now. I think that it will be a great way to journal the happenings in my life. While at the same time sharing them with loved ones. Hopefully by doing that we can be an encouragement to each other as well.