Sometimes life gets away from us. Summer is here and everyone is busy. Family life takes priority more so in the summer than during the school year. Fall/winter/spring typically revolve around school and school activities. Believe me, been there, living that! But, summer slows down (although it flies by, how does that happen?!) and you spend time with family/friends.
I've had 2 more Tiny Footprints sessions since May (one in Birmingham and one in Nashville) and then trying to keep up with kids schedules and the "I'm bored" factor has kept us busy all summer. But last Friday we were knocked for a loop and it makes you step back.
The boys were out of town (THANK GOD) and the 2 of us had had a few days of putzing around the house/garden. Peaceful. We decided to go to the local fireworks. They put on a great show and it's easy to get in/out. Unfortunately while we were out, someone decided to rob us. Things, they just took things. Things can be replaced. Feelings cannot be replaced. How do you get back your sense of security? We don't live in a bad area. We don't typically lock the doors. As a matter of fact, my husband's favorite saying is locks are meant to keep honest people out. How do you replace your anger? How do you find your peace? I am trying. One.day.at.a.time.
Dear 16 1/2 year old child of mine...please quit growing! Please quit talking about collage, flying and the Air Force. Please quit dreaming of leaving home. I don't think I can handle it. How did my "social butterfly" grow into such a handsome, polite, intelligent, Jesus loving young man overnight? Don't stop dreaming, but please stop growing! Love, your desperate mom!
I love spring. I love watching the trees come alive with buds popping out and flowers magically appearing. Every year it's a little different. And after the winter most of us had this year, spring was a welcome relief! I love watching each variety of tree produce it's own special flower, but I have my 2 favorites. The redbud tree is probably my favorite with the dogwood right behind it. Their flowers are lovely and I love watching the bees do their job with each.
They are always working!
Each season of blooms must end, but life continues forward.