A Week of Re-Caps

Last weekend I... walked to defeat ALS

went to a friend's birthday party...

held baby Jonas...

and snapped a picture of Ellie sleeping on top of the closet door.

This weekend I... made a delicious chicken pot pie...

baked an apple cake in a skillet with Yvonne...

went to an antique store where I fell in love with some old books...

and went to the Apple Festival where I made a little friend.

I have so many things overflowing from my heart this week, but I'm just not able to clearly verbalize them at this time. So all I can say is that this is what I did, and I'm still here by the grace of God.

Sweet for Certain

This time of year is filled with so many good things.

Like cheerful mums beginning to bloom that surprised you and survived from last year.

Like cacti in a sunny pot sitting next to the mums that came back from last year.

Like your husband and your cat doing things that make you laugh hysterically but no one else would think was funny.

Like the opening in the woods behind your house that you didn't know was there that is filled with wildflowers.

"Celebrate we will, for this life is short, but sweet for certain." -Dave Matthews

Freaky.

This virus has been freaky. It's been cruel. Making me think I'm better one hour, and pulling me back into its grip the next. Monday night I thought I was cured. I felt so good that I wanted to get up and do housework. I went outside and took pictures. What I found was freaky.

I found snails everywhere.

On my door.

On the ground.

You could not take a step without squishing one.

I also found this freaky, not-so-little spider eating a grasshopper.

At least, I think it's a grasshopper. Whatever it was, it's not anymore.


I think I'm really feeling better now. Really.

Labor Day Through a Haze

This weekend feels a bit fuzzy as I was medicated and fighting a fever through most of it. I did, however, manage to see some family and have a nice weekend. It wasn't till I got home Sunday night that I really got sick.

I spent Friday night with my mom. Saturday we began working on her new blog for her new business, Hidden Potential. It's a home staging, interior design business. We're still working on it, but we have the basics set up. Take a look! www.hiddenpotentialhomes.com

Saturday, I hung out with my grandparents, got a new Yankee candle, ate chocolate cheese, and headed to my dad's. This was about the time my fever began to spike again, but I made it safely to the farm where I felt refreshed. I got some more meds pumping through me and had fun taking about bajillion pictures of dad's house and him chopping wood.

Sunday was great once I was all jacked-up on Tylenol Cold.

We celebrated my grandpa Johnson's 78th birthday.

It was good to see him doing so well and to catch up with my many cousins, aunts, and uncles.

I made it home safely Sunday night and then I really really started feeling poorly. By God's grace, Kyle had all day Monday off work and he has been taking excellent care of me ever since. He doesn't like me to get off the couch, even when the Tylenol provides a false sense of wellness.

He even made me lay down and I gave him directions on what to do with the fall decor. What a husband! I love him more than words can say, and not just because he takes such good care of me.

Hello, Fall.

I don't know about you all, but I am super excited to see this summer go! It seems as though it was a particularly rough one, what with hearing some unfortunate news, and constantly missing my husband while he works very long days. Now, I feel as though we've turned a corner, like better days are on the way.

Of course, better days means busier days for me. This is good, though. It's good to be back in school. Good to have hobbies and activities that demand my attention. Good to have people encouraging me, and to have others to encourage.

Of course, nothing cheers you quite like a chunky baby booty. I'm thankful for getting to watch the three sweet children twice a week. They add much joy to my life.