Graduation and Tears

Today is her last day as a High School student........

In 3 days she will walk across a podium and receive her diploma......

And I have cried for the last two days.

I never dreamed letting go would be so hard. .

I am so very proud of you my dear. You have been my buddy, babysitter, confidant and best friend. I cannot imagine going through all these years without your smile to light up the room or my heart. Thank you for being who you are!

Master Bedroom Makeover

Another School year

Summer is over and another school year has begun....

The end.

Twigs & other peoples trash

I bought these posts for $1 at a yard sale...

 And these dishes for $2 at an auction...

Change. . .

Our little family is changing.

 Change is part of life, I totally get that.

 But some change is harder than others. And most change has pain involved. 

This time will not be without pain. 

Office Chair makeover

Remember this lamp and chair I bought from a yard sale last year. I did a little revamp of the lamp, and the chair was about to get a makeover as well. 

I started by unassembling the back and seat cushions so I could paint the exposed wood.

Life, Loss and Healing

Life has a way of changing us.
Changing our minds,
changing our beliefs,
changing our circumstances,
changing our perspectives.
But most of all...changing our hearts.

Time is a funny thing.

Remember when you were a kid and waiting for Christmas was a lifetime away. Now it feels like time is passing at light speed.


I have tried to write about the events of the last month over and over again.
But every time I started, my mind just got flooded with so much emotion that my hands could not type fast enough.
So please forgive me if none of this makes sense.


When I was growing up I did not understand my dad. In fact, if I'm being honest,  there were many times when I don't think I even liked him. I had my own ideas of what I thought life should look like and in my mind, this was not it.

I have been thinking a lot about scars lately.

I have a scar on my knee from Kindergarten. Its actually a memory that makes me smile.I won't tell you what year, but I will tell you where. We lived in Pierce City, MO. and I was being chased by a boy. But not just any boy, a boy I liked! And then I fell on a rock. What I have left from that fall is a memory and a scar that I have stared at most of my life.