Today is the Tuesday that marks our eighth anniversary, and I Love you.
I’ll love you tomorrow, and the next day, and next week, and even next month.
In six months, I will still love you, just like I fell in love with you nine years ago.
In sixty years, I’ll look back on our beginning, and smile at how much I’ve loved you and how far we’ve made it in life together.
Happy Anniversary, Bubba.
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.
That’s right. I’m going there.
Call it what you will; it is an inevitable rite of passage to womanhood.
It’s also a topic that as my friend and I once put it, the sort of thing that makes you plug yours ears and sing, la la la la la la, until the person stopped the torture.
I don’t know to many women in my life who have felt comfortable talking about the very thing that turns us into a woman, let alone tell their story of the first time they received their period, until I recently read a book appropriately titled, My Little Red Book.
Until I read this, I didn’t realize that most stories of women’s transition in to womanhood was not as thrilling as they thought it would be. Which is a relief, because the story of “my first” could have easily made it into this book.
So what exactly does this book have to say?
Here is the skinny: It is a miscellany of stories of first periods written by women of all ages, of all backgrounds, and from all corners of the world. Some of the stories are hilarious, mortifying, stoic, and almost heroic.
Things I didn’t realize: That there have been many myths associated with periods. In fact, one father told her daughter she could not work in the garden while on her period because it would kill the plants. Scientists tried to prove this theory but failed. Duh.
Overall: I think the author’s purpose for writing this book is hoping for a change in attitude and perception on how we talk about our periods, especially to our daughters. I feel as though she hopes that it will bring mothers and daughters to the table and begin talking to each other, because lets face it; Girls have a lot of questions, even if they don’t ask.
So I have to ask. Are you bold enough to tell your first period story to a public audience?
Before I begin rambling about my knitting, I want to express a few things about this book I finished called, I’ll Be Seeing You. Girls…this book…it is good. It breathed new life into my book reading funk. This book romanced me, made me cry, made me feel nostalgic, and it certainly makes me miss the lost art of writing and receiving letters. I hope you will check it out. I found mine at the local library.
After I finish this, I will be starting on this blanket, in hopes that I will have a nice throw for the Fall season. I figure this color, might be nice for it. I’ll let you know when I start it. I will also be working on a new hat for Nate. I suppose that is it this time around!
A little bit of my experiences…
Thus, began my hunt for the perfect dry laundry detergent. Although all the recipes I found for it cleaned my clothes well, it always lacked that good smell. Know what I mean? Sure I added lavender extract, among others, but it wasn’t the same. I also wanted a little extra cleaning boost…so, after many recipes and many trial and errors, I think I have finally perfected our laundry detergent, enough so, that I haven’t changed it since I created it one year ago.
Liz’s DIY Laundry Detergent
Makes roughly 8-10 cups
Here it is:
2 ivory soap bars (unscented, original)
2 cups of Borax
2 cups of Super Washing Soda
1 cup of regular baking soda
1 cup of Oxi Clean
1/2 – 1 cup of Downy Unstoppable Beads (optional) You can also use 3+ tablespoons of lavender extract.
Annnnd, because I just can’t help it, here a few lovable outtakes…