The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow

...singing, "Just thinkin' about tomorrow clears away the cobwebs and the sorrows 'til there's none. When I'm stuck with a day that's gray and lonely, I just stick out my chin and grin and say,..."

Hope comes in waves, and especially with the upcoming holiday, it's tough. One man's inaction prevents a family from being a family, keeps a child waiting with no knowledge that anyone cares, and extends the parents emptiness while they wait expectantly for their first child.

And still we wait, hoping and praying that God will move on our behalf.

Colors That Make Me Happy

So, I've been told the colors I like are like Easter eggs. I pulled all the colors I like, and sure enough, they do. Happy Easter!

Heirloom Tomatoes

There will be heirloom tomatoes this summer. We purchased an Upside-Down Tomato Garden, and I needed to buy the plants. After a little research, I discovered that Houston Plant and Garden carries Chef Jeff's Heirloom Tomatoes.

These varietals have been grown for generations and are not GMO. They also taste better, look cooler, and cost less than I expected. Each plant was a dollar and some change. That certainly beats $5.99 at the grocery store or highway robbery at a foo-foo restaurant.

Unabashedly Pink

I've redesigned my blog to be more "me". I like pink and flowers, and that's okay with me.

Mikey

I can't tell you how many times I've heard the story. I've told the story myself more times than I can count, because it's funny and ironic.

Mrs. Glockson was Nicholas's teacher. She called him "Nick". When my mom insisted that he be called by his given name, she said, "Well, he'll just have to get used to people shortening his name." Years later, we were in Colorado on vacation and ran into Mrs. Glockson in the store. She told my mom she had a son named Michael.

"And how is little Mikey doing?" my mom asked.

Mrs. Glockson indignantly replied, "It's not Mikey, it's Michael."

The perfect response would have been, "Someone once told me, 'He'll just have to get used to people shortening his name."

Instead, she combined a "Hmmmmm" with an eyebrow raise, and assumed Mrs. Glockson got the point.

Guess who I accidentally found on Facebook today? Michael Glockson

The Multitasking Merry-go-round

It is fun when it first starts spinning, the world floating by like a cloud. Then the spinning gets faster and faster, objects start to blur, and it by the time you realize it's going too fast, there's no way to safely get off. So you hold on tight to the cold metal, close your eyes, and feel your stomach start to churn...

When will I learn to say "no"?

Still Waiting...

It is easy to get frustrated when we think about the amount of time it is taking, but then I think about my daughter. She is somewhere in Texas, going to school every day, wondering if someone will choose her to be a part of her family.
“Hang in there, Princess, we’re doing everything we can. And your grandmother is already making your Christmas stocking, just in case.”