Eight things I’d love to order from etsy tonight…
A tiny house of course…….
Any of these, though it’s no secret that this one would be my first choice….
A pair of these for my sweet friend’s baby Abigail who should arrive this week.
I like the whole nestled thing with this
Oh, I LOVE this
I want this hat by the time Odie has his birthday, and I want him to behave himself and wear it. All day. Fat chance.
Love this tiny finger labyrinth
And too many lovely things here to pick just one.
All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on. Henry Ellis
S went back to school today after a nice long holiday break, the last chick to leave the nest from the holidays. She dropped me off at work this morning and I cried all the way up the elevator, like I had just dropped her off at daycare for the first time! It’s bed time, and I haven’t been able to make myself go in and turn the lights out in their room.
I’m 3 years into this being a college mom thing, and it doesn’t get any easier. I’m fine when they are gone…….once I get my balance back. I guess I am just trying to find the art of living!
I am a sucker for spices. I love them. Have a whole cabinet devoted to them. They’re alphabetized. So, of course I’d love to place a big order here and I’d like to be the owner of this shop and of course I found this whole post titillating. And this made my heart skip a beat!
For my next birthday, I think I would like a roast vegetable cake. Not really. Well, maybe. With desert to follow. Like, maybe this rainbow cake.
My cousin Julie has just started her own business. Have a look. And while we’re looking at cute little treats, how about these?!! And I can think of all kinds of fun ideas using this concept. Adorable!
Who on earth could resist these sweet sweet faces? Let’s help Nella make a big splash for her first birthday.
This being the first Sunday after Epiphany, many churches set aside today to look at baptism- that of our Lord, and their own. It brings to mind my own. Both of them. And I thought of this journal entry from a couple of years ago.
Stumbling into the Steadfast 1/19/08
On Sunday Cindy invited folks to share their baptism stories as sort of an interactive part of the sermon. All of the stories were of people's own recollections of their baptisms. In other words, Baptist baptisms. Non infant baptisms. I've had one of each, but didn't choose to share either story. I thought about my adult baptism at Deer Park and the lunch that Joy Lee Foley had afterwards for my parents and all of my friends. But on this particular day, it's that first baptism that touches my heart as I think of it. I, of course, have no memory of it myself but have plenty of pictures of it and a tiny pink New Testament signed by the pastor who baptized me to prove that it happened. My parents look very confident and happy in the pictures. I look very clueless. But it mattered. The people of my little church took very seriously the vows they made to me that day, as did my parents. For the second baptism, I had a decision to make and an aisle to walk and a life to surrender. For the first one, I just had to show up. The members of that little church made promises to me that day- and 50 years later I can say that they have kept every one. I have been loved and prayed for and clucked over all my life by the people of Clifton Heights Methodist and later Fern Creek United Methodist. I may have not attended Fern Creek for over 30 years, but they will forever claim me (I hope) and I will forever call it home.
I like to think that that infant baptism “took”, and not because I as a baby understood what it meant, but because the people who loved me did. And that second baptism was, in the end, my own response to the first. Thanks be to God for them both.
