The upcoming week is jam packed, and I know I won't have the opportunity to blog.  I debated about what to put up here (as I desperately wanted a "theme").  Call me crazy.

A quote I found on Pinterest has just stayed with me.  I couldn't sleep the other night, and it just came to me.

This week, I am going to post The Best Advice Ever.

Well, not necessarily advice, but just things I've been finding inspiring these days.

This one I am hearting so much.  I almost want a tattoo.  A tattoo, I say.

Source: etsy.com via Holly on Pinterest

     This has been a tough summer.  Not necessarily tough.  Just busy.  It has been hard to relax.  If you have ever lived with an extended period of time not-working, you know time fills up fast, oddly enough.  There are trips to take and family-members to visit.  Closets to clean.  I'm not going to tell you about all my August Anxieties or my excuses or my List o' chores.

     I'm just going to tell you that I'm grateful.  I have time off.  I have time off, and I plan to hug & kiss Lucy Jess more than she has ever been hugged and kissed in her whole life.  I want to stay up late and write and write and do more writing and turn up the music and bake a pie and sew something new and watch movies and eat outside and go to the dog park and take walks.

I have some time off.

I'm grateful.

Love and what I have is enough,
H.

If you are the praying kind, please pray for us this week.  All good things, but we're still going to need it.

Love & I'll tell you later.

A Love Like This

The One Where I Almost Forget About Number Three

     Well, I will tell you that lately, I am tempted to feel oh-so-discouraged.  I feel like I've had to face a lot of hard conversations lately.  Yikes. They are hard, but they are good.  I started to write a long-winded dittitude (that's like a 'ditty' but longer), about some worrisome things* but instead, I decided on this.  


(((clears throat)))


Number One:  I want to lose weight.  I need to lose weight.   So there's that.  


Number Two:  I want to stay home with our kiddos.  Maybe that means working part-time.  Maybe that means becoming a work-at-home mom.  I don't know, but all's I know is that I wants it.  I wants it real' bad.**  


Number Three:  Now that I have your attention, I honestly can't remember this one.  
Boy is my face red. ***


Well, anyway- I want Numbers One & Two someday, and they seem mighty important. 


With that being said, I was tempted to give into those nasty ole' glumps, but at last- I have successfully chased them away.  


I have successfully chased them away because to tell you the truth- I am not giving up.  


I'm not.  I can't. I won't.  


Also, I kicked them to the curb while giving them a look that says, "I mean business."  Those suckers were cryin' for their mamas in no time.  


Scary, right?  

Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!

Are the glumps at your doorstep?  Send them my way, and I'll show em' who's boss.

Love and more glump-wrangling if you need it,
H.

*I was going to capitalize Worrisome Things, but then realized that our worries aren't really worth a capital letter now, are they?  So, tiny-lettered- worries they shall stay!

**I hope you think using bad grammar and made-up words is as amusing as I do.  If not, then my apologies for sure.

*** A BOOK!  I want to write a book!  I am 10,000 words in and pretty darn excited! How could I forget?