The left hand ring

I woke up in the middle of the night with my left hand all twisted up in the sheets and pillow and after a few minutes remembered that the foreign object of concern causing me grief was my new engagement ring. When the bedding was  finally squared away, I was thankfully able to quickly fall back to sleep.

When Jim proposed marriage, I wasn't too keen on the idea of wearing the ring prior to the ceremony, my reasoning being that Jim would not be wearing his...but Jim is a traditional sort of gentleman and assured me that while he would wait, I should not! I am glad I decided to start wearing this ring now, because when I look down I am reminded that someone very amazing loves me enough to spend the rest of their life with me.

My Happiness

I was recently reminded of the amazing future that lies before me and the promise of endless possibilities yet to be realized. I feel as if I have accomplished so much in my life thus far and I sometimes I am in awe of what still lies ahead of me, certainly this life continues to give and give and give me wonderful experiences.

Here's to another chapter in my fairy take.

My Part-time Job

It has been decades ago since I was asked to babysit, I'm pretty sure it was the 70'a when the going rate was a dollar an hour (not per child, just per hour).  Some of the families I babysat for would pay me a little extra to straighten the house, or clean the kitchen, although I quickly learned that in most cases if housekeeping was mentioned, the house was probably filthy beyond acceptable health standards.

I was thrilled and somewhat nervous when Ashelyn asked if I would be willing to babysit grandbaby Addalyn for a few hours each week as she embarks on her new adventure. Ashelyn takes care of her daughter with such a patient and kind touch that I was worried that if Addalyn became agitated I would not be able to soothe.

With the first hour gone, Addalyn asleep on the floor in front of the fire and me reading in my comfy chair, it looks like I have this babysitting thing all figured out.

Mother Knows Best

Several months ago in discussing life events and world peace, Lacie and I found ourselves on different sides of an issue close to our hearts. We each took our turn making a case for why we thought our views were correct and regardless of what I said, Lacie would not back down in her opinion.  

Which is exactly what I love about my daughter, she is not afraid to voice her opinion and will provide evidence in support of her thoughts. On this particular issue she was so sure of her opinion that she was willing to make a wager to prove to me that she was right.

Unfortunately for Lacie, in this case Mother knows best, and now I've got a 

Franklin living in MY wallet, instead of hers.