We’re spending family time at our local Martin Luther King, Jr.’s parade today. Truthfully, I’ve never been really “big” on parades (I think it’s all the standing around and waiting), but I am big on remembering the blessings of freedom, unconditional love, and positive change. It’s all good stuff, and I’m thankful to be spending this day of rememberance with those that I love. Hope your day is super fantastic!
*I may not be sewing today, but I am thinking about it. It’s pretty cold outside (see my little man bundled up to the left?), so bound buttonholes and a new winter coat for mommy may not be too far away.
Keep doing what you love!
The Reason Why I… (Shannon C.)
There used to be a time in my life
When all that mattered was me
My choices and interests all centered around
Being the best *I* could be
I never saw it as selfish (back then)
Only my need to survive
A shelter, I suppose, from life’s cruel ways
My defense of what I thought was mine
But time has a way of changing your tune
Well, God in His infinite ways
Releasing us from the limits we impose
Revealing the strength of our days
So, the The Reason Why I do what I do
Has really nothing to do with me
It’s the reflection of myself that I see in another
That encourages me to be all I can be.
Okay. So, this post has nothing to do with sewing or creativity, but it’s pretty funny, so I thought I’d share.
We live in a very lively household. With six kids, two parents, and a dog, there’s always something interesting going on. The other evening, our girls came running downstairs exclaiming that their was something !DISGUSTING! outside of their window, and they were afraid to go into their room. Well, convinced (mom’s intuition) that my girls were just trying to get out of cleaning their room, I sent their older brother up to investigate. Our oldest son is our resident unidentified creature catcher. He loves nature and is always willing to come to mommy’s rescue when there’s something icky crawling around that I can’t identify.
Much to my surprise the resident verminator also ran to the top of the stairs in horror, exclaiming that their was, in fact, an ugly “hedgehog looking thing” on the outside of the girl’s window.
(Time out: Now I’m concerned. What could possibly be lurking outside of the girl’s window – on the 2nd floor- that even my little nature boy can’t identify?)
Well, I did what any brave mom would do: I held my breath, tried to appear brave, and ventured upstairs to take a look for myself. Much to my relief, it was just a baby squirrel that got caught on the ledge of the window, and all the kids could see was its sqooshy tail – hence the “hedgehog”. (Ha! Ha!) I’m so glad that mommy was hero for a day – even with my heart in my throat!)
Thanks little squirrly!