It feels rare to receive something for free in the mail these days, but a couple of days ago, it happened. Even so, I can’t keep the package for myself. It will soon be on its way to Texas to a dear friend of mine who recently delivered her second child.
(And if you are the said friend, then please stop reading. It will spoil the surprise. lol.)
What is in the package, you ponder? It is a few Spark Cards that a New Jersey-ian named Hillary is sending out for FREE. She hopes the cards will encourage conversations between other mothers, and then leave them behind for others to find and use. Spreading the free gift, if you will. Have you heard of Hillary from the, Longest Shortest Time? Her podcasts range from humorous to heartfelt and will make the days that you feel totally insane—sane, after all. Her primary message is that no matter what phase of motherhood you’re in, you’re not alone in the trials you may be going through.
If you’re interested in her podcast, you can easily find her on iTunes. I use this app for my podcasts.
If you want your own spark cards delivered to your mailbox, then you can find the form here.
If you want to know more about why she does what she does, then go here.
Just for the record, I don’t know Hillary, and she has no idea that I’m writing this. I just think she is cool. 🙂
It’s blazing hot outside, but I can’t be bothered by details. I had to make myself a cup of hot chocolate while I dream of cooler days. I can’t help it. Summer just isn’t my season. To add more insult to summer, I also made a large pot full of hearty chicken soup.
Ahh…summer. You can leave now; and take your humidity with you.
On other topics, I actually have quite a bit that I want to say. I just haven’t been spitting them out. Does that happen to you? I do plan on talking about my failing vegetable garden, and the homeschooling programs we are using, for those who are curious. I also have a pretty touchy topic to discuss when it comes to our real life friends and family. It really is an over due explanation that a particular few have patiently, and not so patiently, been waiting to read. I feel like it will be the post that can answer all the questions and if they ever pop up with another question, then I can state, “Read the blog! It’s all there!”.
Annnd, just as soon as I get a grip on my procrastination, I will sit down and type it all out.
But while I sit here, sipping on my leftover hot coco, I want to wrap up my post with this: Today, I’ve felt very enlightened within my faith, and it feels great to have understanding and knowledge of Christ. It brings me to a place of peace that I didn’t feel when I lived life without him. I feel blessed that my son has the same realization at such a young age, whereas it took me until adulthood.
Now for the easy recipe that my title hints at: I hope you enjoy it.
My heart broke today. Not for a person; for nostalgia. It’s funny, I never imagined handwritten letters, such a common skill, could become close to ceasing its existence. Writing is my love language, but handwriting letters is an impalpable love of mine. There is something about scribbling words onto a crisp sheet of paper that someone could possibly hold onto forever.
In case you’re wondering what brought this on. It is simple, really. I was in need of new stationary. Good old fashioned set of plain quality paper with envelopes. I went to five different stores and couldn’t find anything except for notecards. Beautiful as they are, it is not letter paper that can hold a beaucoup of scrawled words.
While visiting the last store, I asked if they could order what I was looking for. He politely replied with, “…no one writes letters anymore.”
I was instantly bummed out. And no, he could not order it because they no longer sold stationary.
There are a few specialty stores, but their paper is extremely expensive, so I suppose it is back to college ruled notebooks for my recipients.
I assumed by the time I stepped my soggy foot into the packed store, my kids would begin their tantrums and their attempt to escape the cart.
God is good.
The rest of the day was the usual grind, coupled with preparing my homeschooling lessons. Speaking of homeschool, I finally received the Teaching Textbooks for Nate’s Math this year and Bubba received his Calculus book.
Just for the record, I hate math. Better them than me. ha!
Sorry there was no rhyme or reason for this post. It was completely random, and I sort of like it that way. I’m tired of planning all my posts…this blog is supposed to be my journal so I may as well begin treating it like one.
Until next time,
They celebrated another year of life last month. This is a very cliché saying, but it is true, they really are growing up fast. Especially my twelve year old! The mere thought that I have a twelve year old, stresses my brain out.
I don’t really have any profound words to say about their birthdays, but the simple fact that I made their special day “feel” special is enough for me. Especially since we combined their birthdays on Nathan’s, which happened to be the day before we left for our vacation. It was an extremely hectic day.
I also created the worlds best vanilla cake recipe ever… then I lost it. Better yet, Scout lost it. I call it, Scout’s black hole. (we ate an entire sheet cake in one day b/c it was that good. Over indulgent? Yes. But I assure you it was worth it. )
After I realized that the awesome recipe had been colored on, then disappeared, within 7 seconds, I had to break the news to my husband. After the typical questions, like, why would you leave it laying out like that? were answered, I reassured him that it was all good!
Imagine me tapping the side of my head with my pointing finger convincing my husband, not to worry, because I have it safely stored up here.
Thing is…I did NOT have it safely stored in my mind because the cake, while it looked edible, was the most disgusting thing I think I’ve ever made. It all went into the trash. Don’t ask where it went wrong, because I don’t know. But what I do know, is that I need to retrieve my missing recipe from Scout’s black hole. I MUST!
Luckily they were champs about it and enjoyed a mountain of donuts instead.
Happy Birthday to the special boys in my life. I love you.