Fall in South Texas

I often think about the cool breeze (sometimes freakin' freezing cold wind) that the Carolina's would bring to my skin. I loved the season wearing of a nice fluffy scarf, wool jacket and maybe even some ear muffs as I would pack my teacher bag full of graded lab reports and projects and head out the door to my wonderful "Tiger land" (our mascot was a tiger). I loved so many things about North Carolina that I was sad so many times... I missed my classroom, my friends, my house, my neighbors, my dirt that did not consist of limestone rock. Well finally this past weekend I got my fix of what was a glimpse of the color changes that I would see in NC....right here in my backyard at the Guadalupe River. I went up the road a bit to our nature river and captured this. My little North Carolina born angel playing in a fall background...it takes me back 4 years ago...ummmm....my fix.

I have to Make Some Choices

Sometimes I try to be super-momma, super-wife, super-friend, and everything else... and ya know what? I actually like it! However, since I have launched my business, I have been swamped with a million-and-one things to do. So, forgive me if I don't post here.....I will be at my business blog... go visit! Thanks!

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The Line

Do you or have you ever heard of "the line". Humm...this is a first for me. Lately my little princess requests to put a "line" in her hair. Sometimes I do not want to mess with a comb, brush, do-dads so no line at 6:30am for school. So what does she do? Immediately when she gets home she redesigns her hair-do and puts in her line (like the picture above). Line or no line, she is still cute!

Holy Guacamole!

I would have never thought that I could be a gardener, but I think we are. One of the best memories I have is going and picking cherry tomatoes in my daddy's garden. Ummmmm, with a dash of salt, heaven. Now we are able to do the same. In fact, it is an everyday conversation on our way from school home, we sit in wonder at what mother nature has for us in the garden when we get home, and giggle in awe when we find our treats. Lissy loves to pick the veggies. In this handful she says she has "hot radishes" and "potatoes" (for some reason she confuses the tomato and potato words). I am okay with that though, because it might be the last of her "baby/toddler mix-ups". Yes, I know, how pathetic it is that I wanna keep her little. Notice how all my conversations, thoughts, life, revolve around my angel, yep, I am addicted to this little sweet-cake.

What, Mom?

She is getting to the age now that she is not so interested in taking pictures. I ask her if I can take her picture and this is the look she gives. Cracks me up.

A Little Artist

Alyssa recently received a special art award at school. She was one of 4 kindergarten students who actually participated. One thing about Lissy is that she loves art. Auntie Monica bought her a scrapbook kit and the child never stops creating with it. In fact, it got so bad, I had to lock my craftroom door from her because she was "borrowing" my scrapbook supplies. So, needless to say, this art event was right up her alley. What is more inspiring is that at such a young age, she acknowledges the differences in others and embraces what that has to offer (her project in the above picture was the 2 hands). Mommy did not even intervene with the crooked letters...... those of you who know me realize how difficult this might have been for me :)

We are so blessed to have such a thought provoking, sensitive, and caring kiddo. I can't wait to see what else she can bring to nourish my soul.

Come to Jesus

A couple of days ago I was outside watering my flowers and had a nice long quiet talk with God. I love so many things about my life. Every single day I feel so blessed to be who I am (imperfect and all), have the family I do, have the friends I have, the passion I have for my job, the love of way to many hobbies (scrapbooking, jewelry making, gardening, photography, and the list goes on and on.....) . For some reason I just felt a strong connection to my life in that single instant and couldn't help but to ask God how am I suppose to fit so many joys into a single lifetime? I guess as I get older and see a few wrinkles, gain a few pounds, and become more comfortable with who I am, I begin to realize that there is no guarantee for us and our lifetime and we need to have the passion for life every single day. What is your passion?