I know, I know...

I'm going to give you all whiplash from all the switching around and shaking things up and never for one minute leaving well-enough alone.

What can I say?  I struggle with decisions.  Unfortunately for all of us, this is who I am.

I welcome your opinions regarding my latest look since I still lack peace in this venue.  NO PEACE.  I especially desire to know if you are feeling claustrophobic.

Why yes, I do at times let my OCD out to play.  Why do you ask?

I know I must seem silly, but I don't want all my friends to go away because I created a claustrophobia-inducing place to visit.   I care, people.  I care deeply.


On a completely unrelated note, if someone somewhere out there would like to "follow me" I would sleep better tonight as I need symmetry in my life.

I'm just sayin'.


Happy Saturday!!

Five Minute Friday: If I knew I could, I would...

I skipped last week as I was trying to limit my focus on Good Friday, but it's that time again!

What time, you ask?

Time to grab the kitchen timer and set it for five minutes and then write with abandon (I love using the word abandon...it is not a word that anyone would typically use when describing me, but a girl can dream, can't she?)  Just skip all the endless editing and stressing & let the words flow as they will. 

This week's prompt is If I knew I could, I would...

{Start}


I've never been about the unfulfilled dreams.  During that time in my life when my whole world fell apart and everything was chaos and I didn't know If I could make it through another day, I was particularly aggravated by the women in all those Lifetime movies who would triumph over adversity and end up in beautiful homes with fabulous careers as doctors or lawyers or what-nots.  I used to say my only problem was I needed to find me some dreams, goals, & aspirations...because for the life of me I couldn't come up with any.

Of course that wasn't quite true.  It's just that my dreams have never been all that, shall we say, financially lucrative.  All I ever longed for was a happy family who loved God.  What more could I want?

I have said for years, though, that what I do best is love on people.  I've thought many times that I would be just as happy as could be if I could just hug people for a living :)

Seriously, y'all, if I could keep a roof over my head by delivering casseroles and giving new mommies a couple of hours' peace, and perhaps sitting by a friends' bedside when they're ailing ....every single day...I would be in Heaven.  Because after all, mothering really is what (I think) I do best. 

I'm just so dadgum exhausted from all the trying to survive that fills up my days, and thus far I haven't quite figured out how to blend the two as much as I would like...

Yet.  But I'm open to suggestions ;) 


{Stop}


Happy Friday!
Renee

Shayne

Sixteen years ago this week my sister had a son and he took up residence in my heart just. like. that.

He's the son I never birthed, and I could not love him more if I tried.

Shayne is sweet, and smart. 

He's a crazy-hard worker.  I remember when he was just a little thing him helping me move, lugging boxes twice his size without flinching. 

He's fun and he's funny. 

He was my official escort for both my daughter's weddings.  I seriously can't think of a single person I would have preferred in that position.  He's my boy (ok, now kinda man) and heading down those aisles on his arm was comforting and perfect.

I am more right out there with my feelings and opinions with Shayne that probably anyone besides my children.  He is certain, in that deep-in-the-gut kind of way, that I love him, and I suspect this is why he is so tolerant of me sticking my nose all up in his business in a consistent, and I'm quite sure annoying way.  I have prayed for this young man since he was a pudgy, precious little thing, and I can't wait to see how God uses Him as he grows into the man I already love :)

I love him and he loves me.  And I'm so thankful for him!

Happy, Happy Birthday, Sweet Shayne!!

Aunt Nay :)

Yet I have no man & also am not a fan of the dirt

Y'all.

I had a weird night in the sleeping arena and woke up with thoughts.

I then realized I have too many thoughts and I sometimes talk too much, so I guess I'll stick only to my weird night.  You're welcome.

I have been having this serialized dream for the last three nights. I KNOW, right??  Who does that??  It's strange and odd and specific and adventurous.  As I am far from adventurous (in the technical, meaning accurate, sense of the word) I find this interesting.  It isn't a bad dream necessarily.  But it isn't a good dream.  It's kinda like, well...let me just tell you about it.  Maybe you can help me make. it. stop!

I'm working on a farm.  I don't really know how old I am because my back doesn't hurt when I, well, move, but otherwise I feel kinda like myself, so I think I'm around my real age.  This is further backed up by the, quite frankly BEAUTIFUL boyfriend that I seem to have (who is around my age-ish).  I know he's my boyfriend  because last night we talked - very briefly before getting back to work on the farm - about how busy and exhausted we always are but how we really need to have a date night.   HA.

I can't remember for sure but I'm thinking his name was something like Gabe or Gage or maybe Henry.  Who really knows?  Anyhoo, he was strong and nice and a hard worker and did I mention quite attractive? 

Moving on.

I also had made some very nice friends, one a young girl who brought her baby girl to work with her.  This did not seem strange at all to anyone despite the fact that the working was hard.

What I found particularly interesting is how confused and out-of-whacky I was working the land, so to speak.  I have spent most of the last three nights chasing behind everyone at least two steps behind, trying to figure out what I was supposed to be doing.  FRUSTRATING!  Even when I was supposed to plant the North 40, no one told me what I was supposed to plant or how to plant it.

This might surprise y'all, but I"m not so much a farmer even though I'm a Farmer (haha I just remembered...)

Also last night I was supposed to do something with the "Caterpillar" with some mulch?  I think a "caterpillar" is a real thing, but I basically have no idea what it is or what it does.

All I know for sure is that I was hot and sweaty and stinky and dirty and it was okay because everyone else was too, because we were WORKING THE FARM.  And also I recall thinking, Hey, I bet this will help me shed my winter chubby!"

So that's basically it.  I've spent the last three nights becoming increasingly frustrated and agitated and stressed out because I haven't had any special time with my (nonexistent) man and having no idea what was expected of me.

What does it all mean??  I need to know.  I wonder if I'm feeling the guilt from my thus-far lack of participation in my buddy's backyard garden venture, and all my jokes about chatting with her while she tills and weeds and toils over the land. 

I'm so sorry, Steph - I'll be right over to start doing something farmy.


Any and all theories on my serialized insanity or suggestions on how to make. it. STOP  - would be greatly appreciated!


Hope you are having a wonderful Wednesday!
Renee :)

Mama said there'd be days like this

I wasn't planning to blog at all today because, well, TIRED!, but I stole the following photo straight from my daughter's blog only because it makes me all MANNER of happy and I am just bursting with Naynay-pride.  I know some of my bloggy friends here don't know Katie or read Naff News and I feel strongly that this picture must. be. shared.

It just might be my favorite holiday photo ever in the history of holiday photos. 

TTYL!

Aren't they just beautiful and precious and beautiful?  ;)

(I have it on good authority there were just as fine as could be...merely MAD!)

Happy Tuesday!

Renee

Unmerited grace

I have often read the accounts of Jesus' last days, and every single time I get so frustrated when the disciples fall asleep.  It just ticks me off and makes me sad and feel all mad and protective and judgmental...and a littlebit superior.  Which is utterly ridiculous because I am full of the goofy and if I had been there I would likely have lasted about two seconds before failing Jesus completely, but still.  It just hurts me to think of Jesus' agony and their selfishness.


I observed Lent this year.  I had never done this before but really wanted to see what God would teach me through my re-settled focus on Jesus and all He's done for me. 

Well, I certainly learned a thing or two.

I learned I am weak.  and selfish.  and tragically lacking in self-discipline. and full to the brim of a dark heart that evidently loves itself more than Jesus.

sigh.

I understand that this should not be particularly shocking to me... I've lived with myself for quite a while now.  But I like to think I've grown over the years, that I've learned from my mistakes and from the zillions of sermons heard and notes taken and songs sung. 

Yet here I am with insides still filled up with all manner of the unattractive.  And I find myself quite surprised - and a bit devastated by my smallness.


I persevered throughout the 40 days, and many days I was able to keep the commitment I had made to my Father, but there were other days when I just let go. 

My commitment wasn't even a particularly painful one...just forgoing a little something that was completely superficial and self-indulgent in the first place.  Abstaining from sugar is not a life-or-death struggle.  It's a choice.  And those times when I grabbed that Pepsi and guzzled it down I was most definitely making a choice.  

A choice to deny. 

A choice to fall asleep...

Over these last 40 days I again became acutely aware that every day of my life I am a sinner in need of a Savior.  I remembered once again that there is nothing good in me, and that my heart is, in fact, desperately wicked. 


However, God already knew all of that!

He knows I am weak and selfish.  He knows my heart longs to choose Him but will too often choose myself. 

He knew I would guzzle that Pepsi even as I was committing to Him that I wouldn't.

(I just love Him so much!)

Because He knows my wicked heart and my smallness, He sent Jesus to do what I couldn't. 

The whole point of Christ on the cross and that empty grave was His full awareness of my desperate need for Him!

...and He loves small, weak, well-intentioned me with all that He has and is.

Thank you, THANK YOU, Jesus, for loving selfish, sleepy, unlovable me and giving me...Everything!  I suspect I will fail you over and again for as long as I live, but I can - and I will - claim your precious grace and mercy.

...And I will praise your name forever!





(A thousand gifts #467)

Beautiful, priceless, unmerited, abundant GRACE


Renee

Sunday!

The angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified.

He is not here; he has risen, just as he said.
Come and see the place where he lay.

“Why do you look for the living among the dead? 

He is not here; he has risen!

I will give you thanks, for you answered me; 
you have become my salvation. 

The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone.

The LORD has done this, and it is marvelous in our eyes. 

The LORD has done it this very day; 
let us rejoice today and be glad.

You are my God, and I will praise you; 
you are my God, and I will exalt you.


Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; 
his love endures forever.

(Excerpts from Matthew 28, Luke 24, and Psalm 118)

Friday

He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering,

and familiar with pain. 

Like one from whom people hide their faces he was despised, and we held him in low esteem. 

Surely he took up our pain and bore our suffering, yet we considered him punished by God, stricken by him and afflicted. 

But he was pierced for our transgressions,

He was crushed for our iniquities;

The punishment that brought us peace was on him, 

and by his wounds we are healed.  

We all, like sheep, have gone astray, 

each of us has turned to our own way;

and the LORD has laid on him the iniquity of us all.

 

I love you, Jesus!



*Isaiah 53:3-6

Mama's got a new 'do

So yesterday was full to the brim of the busy.  Not necessarily fascinating, but busy.

First off, I slept pretty late and missed both a text message and phone call from my girl inviting me to the mall to watch Kylie and Mason ride the Easter Train.  (Sidenote:  I do not understand the Easter Train.  Do you take the train to reach the Easter Bunny?  Is it the E.B.'s primary mode of transportation and he simply chooses to share the joy with all the little children?  Is it the mall's dastardly plot to separate a mom from her money?  I just wanna know.) 

Anyhoo, by the time I pulled myself together and got out the door I was too late to get in much bonding, but I did arrive in time to be on the receiving end of a couple of hugs and enjoy the sheer adorableness of a certain one-year-old asking Naynay for "more coins peeeese?"  We also saw Kari's pastor's wife and managed to chat with some family. 

After that I went NUTS and marched into Regis and requested a haircut.  I asked her to cut it all off and make me beautiful.

After she stopped laughing at my impossible dreams she suggested we merely trim/give shape to the hair I have and keep the length.  Well, okay.  I was psyched to be dramatic, but whatever.  I like it.  For now anyway.  I'm sure I'll be complaining about the side-swept, longish bangs in a matter of days but I felt quite bouncy and refreshed as I waltzed out of the shop.

Which was quite the accomplishment, because next on my list of things to get done?  A neti pot.  That's right folks, I'm so fed up with all the being pitiful that I followed my doctor's suggestion and purchased a neti pot.  I have to tell ya, though, I'm more than a little freaked out at the concept of dumping even more fluid into my nasal passages.

I'm just sayin.

(I'll keep you posted on how it goes and let you know if I find it worth the $14.99 purchase.)

I then paid my water bill, went through the Chick Fil-A drive-thru, engaged in a quick chat with the boss, missed a call from Tana, and ultimately began my day-ish job.


After all the thrill and joy and fun of yesterday I can't imagine how today can measure up, so I'm heading in a slightly different direction.  I think I'll take a nap and then go hug my sister.


Happy Thursday!
Renee

I wanted twelve

1.  It is ridiculous how many swirling, whirling, somewhat serious things I have on my mind right now that I would love to share.  It's Easter week and I have so much on my heart, but for whatever reason I can't get my thoughts on paper in a coherent manner.  I also have the oft-mentioned half-written renderings saved but can't seem to finish them either.  Mostly I can't stop thinking about how much I love Jesus, and His Father (now my Father!) who shared Him with me. 

2.  Did that last sentence make sense?  I think even my structure is a little off this week.

And not in a good way.

3.  My writing may be way off this week, but my heart is right on target.

4.  That being said, you might probably won't find it interesting to hear that I have consumed nearly a gallon-and-a-half of apple juice in the last few days.  Always proof that I'm feeling poorly. 

I do love me some apple juice when feeling poorly.

5.  Kristin and her sweet family have been on my mind a lot over the last few days, so I've been praying for them more often.  They're traveling all the way across the country.  That's pretty far. 

6.  I'm  heading back to see the babies again this weekend, and Kari & Drew (and a friend or two!) are going to come down right after church for lunch.  I still can't decide what we should eat.  My daughters and their families are a delight pain in the what-to-serve-for-dinner category.  If everybody likes it, Kari is allergic.  If Kari likes it, it's boring...because she's allergic to practically everything.  If the girls like it Drew won't. 

7.  What about Jermy?  He'll eat it.  Jermy likes everything!

(Name that commercial!)

8.  I just looked up the commercial.  I had the whole thing exactly and completely wrong and backward.  Sometimes I even amaze myself.  Love that Mickey, though.



9.  Tuesday was Elijah's birthday.  I didn't forget.  I didn't forget.  I just forgot to mention it publicly in my brilliant, clever, good-try-of-a-post yesterday.  I love you Elijah.  You are crazy-fun and funny and smart and SPECIAL.  You also just happen to be SIX years old now.  Happy happy birthday week, sweet boy :)

10.  I might have overused the whole strikethrough option today as I have chosen it more times in this post than any other day ever in the history of my whole life.  It seems pithy and full of whimsy to me, but it's possible, likely that I'm overreaching, desperately even, to find a bit of the pith and whimsy.

11.  I just looked it up.  Pithy means brief, forceful, and meaningful, amongst other things.  I know the world is off it's axis at least a little when my use of vocabulary is askew and awry.  I'm thinking I'd best cut my losses and say good night, Gracie.

(Name that show!)

Good night, Gracie.
Renee

From there to here

Today's Abundantly Blessed! is brought to you by...

the color GREEN

....and the letter "M"

Here's hoping your Tuesday travels are full of both the lovely and the yummy :)
Renee


p.s.  Thank you so much, Melanie, for the lovely Easter button!

Mashed potatoes and new Mondays

Well it's been pretty boring, and yet not, for me this week.  Spring has sprung with a vengeance and rendered me somewhat unpleasant to be around.  Not that I'm complaining...I'm fully aware that many people would love to have my problems :)  A little allergy-season misery truly is nothing to complain about.

Although I'm thinking the people who love me are probably wishing I'd be a little quieter in my contentedness, haha.

Anyhoo, I've mostly been working except when I'm not, and moping around.  I've been... well... I guess that's pretty much it.  Working and sometimes not, and moping around.

The end.


Nah, not really.

I have been at Kate's for the last few days but will be home sometime this morning.  I had promised a while back to stay with the babies while she and Jermy did a youth-group-related day trip.  Little did I know that my runny-nose situation would take a drastic spiral in the downward direction by the time the weekend rolled around.  No worries; we do what we need to do, huh. 

Early Saturday, in the midst of what appeared to be a monsoon of Biblical proportions, K & J headed out and I settled in on the couch with two tiny children who like me.  This is basically where we stayed for the next 14 hours or so.  And it was delightful.

Except when the younger child who shall remain nameless started hollering and yelling and exercising his lungs in an enthusiastic manner. 

It wasn't no much delightful then.

But still we persevered. 

Basically we watched approximately seventeen Barney's and around five or thirty riveting Blue's Clues episodes.  and ate apples and yogurt and chocolate pudding.  I may or may not have slept for roughly 78% of the day, but no one was injured or  got lost or anything.  K & J returned home and I went to sleep for the rest of the evening in about 2.8 minutes.

It was a good day!

As proof positive that I haven't seen my A-game lately, I have been with the babies for days and...not one picture.  Not one.  And I'm not even sorry.  Therefore, the photo above is yet another one that belongs to my girl.  (Thanks again, Katie!)

So that was my week in a nutshell.  

Sadly I can't think of a single way to transition in a clever - or even coherent manner - so I won't try.


But I really am awfully thankful :)

A Thousand Gifts #455-466)

free access to God's word in written form, this week specifically?  the book of James

mashed potatoes and yogurt and pudding and other such soft foods that soothe

snuggles with round baby boys and the smile that accompanies eye contact

the two-year-old's help puttering in the kitchen and hearing her ask for the 200th time whatcha dooo-in' naynay? and the cute way she smiles, knowing she's being funny, and the sing-alongs

the heart-to-hearts with my youngest and knowing her so well, and the joy of praying for her

my Father's protection through terrible weather and the inevitable beautiful sunshine that follows the mess

this brand-new monday to do it again... with the lessons learned since the monday before


Have a great day :)
Renee

Five minute Friday: Distance

It is quite early, approximately 1:44 in the a-m around here, and I'm covering a little distance myself in the morning to get some grandchildren-lovin', so let's get right to it, shall we?  :)

{Start}

 

It's interesting this subject has come up this week, because I've been thinking a lot about distance over these last few days.

 

I've been missing Katie & company quite a bit and whining about the number of miles (not that many!) between my front door and my grandchildren's hugs.

 

And I'm still basking in the joy of spending last week with one of my most precious friends, and feeling all sad and blue because I am acutely aware that it takes approximately 24 hours to drive from my house to hers.

 

She moved to Houston last summer and somehow Houston feels even farther away this week...

 

I might have shed a tear or six the morning she left.

 

sigh.

 

It is highly unlikely that I'll hop into my tired little car again and drive across tarnation to get to her place anytime soon.  Any future trips will likely involve an airplane and probably a carry-on or three.

 

We can go for days or more days without talking on the phone, but five seconds after answering her ring, and instantly upon seeing each other, it is as if no time has passed at all.

 

As I've grown older I've made a starling discovery.

 

Distance isn't so much about the miles between us...

 

or the time between us.

 

It's mostly about the heart. 

 

We have not lived in the same city in many years, but our relationship is rock-solid and has stood against  the test of time, and distraction, and miles.

 

...and this confirms my suspicion that if we truly love we can remain connected whether that part of my heart is 24 hard-driving hours away - or right next door.

 

I suspect when it comes to the people knit with my heart, distance is merely a state of mind.

 

{Stop}

 

 

 

 

Happy Friday!

Renee

p.s.  I totally stole this picture off Tana's Facebook.  She doesn't mind.  She loves me.  I would have liked to have a pic of the two of us together but that would have taken me ages to find and thus thwarted the whole point of five-minute Friday.  Thanks for the picture, Tana, and thanks for being my friend!

A little stroll down memory lane

My sweet Audrey two Aprils ago!

(Lovin' that hat Babygirl!)

My sweet Audrey this time last year

(Crazy about those shades, Sweetie-pie)

...and my sweet Audrey earlier this week :) 



(FABulous beard, Noodle-Boo!)

 

Time.  It's a-flyin'.

Have a great Thursday!

Renee 

I try and I try and still not springy

So here I am.  Working and slaving and trying to have a lovely, simple, springy blog with clean lines and happy colors - but not too bright...wanting my space to be cozy - but not too cluttered...with perhaps a touch of the unique and original.

And yet I have no idea what I'm doing.  Seriously.  Not even a little idea.  or one idea.

I am known in computer circles as clueless.

So here I am again.  Somewhat tired and fatigued by my efforts and mildly unsatisfied with my results.

And on top of that my nose is all runny and I can't stop sneezing and my face feels all full and I might have forgotten why I ever longed for spring in the first place. 

(Not that I'm one to complain, you understand.)

It is truly delightful around here today.


And we are literally right back where we started waay back in September,  except with a slightly orange-y color instead of the pink.

Go figure.

Perhaps by the time I'm bored again I can find someone with some mad bloggy skillz to give me some pointers. 

In the meantime, I now have to get geared up for work.  Perhaps, just perhaps, I will post something mildly relevant to something tomorrow. 

Who knows...maybe one of the half-a-dozen thwarted great ideas I had on Saturday before I decided to be responsible and clean out my closet...will actually make it to print.

To entertain us all and make me feel like this is an actual blog post worthy of a date and a title I shall now request that you all participate in my very first bloggy poll....

as soon as I figure out how to get the cotton-pickin' poll on here.


Happy Wednesday!!
Renee

Too Full?

As I go through my days, engaging in activities ranging from the ridiculous to sublime, I'm continuing to count all the lovely gifts God gives me. 

The more I look, the more I see...

(A thousand gifts #440-454)

His mercies are new every morning and they are unique to my needs at this moment.

answered prayer about that little something that was big to me

the giggles of little girls...silly time with ella-belle

sharing our personal truths with each other...who we are and who we want to be

seeing sweet bethany in wedding dresses and thinking about God's faithfulness in her life

sharing the Word with friends in the car and praying together

a new opportunity to love the Father and show His love to someone who desperately needs it

enthusiastic thunderstorms in april and the smell of the wet, spring ground when the rain stops

the sweet man who owns my home and takes such thoughtful care of my lawn

a morning spent with my kari and sweet little kylie, and sharing conversation with her precious, one-year-old self


Do you ever feel like your heart is too full to properly express yourself?

Yeah, that would be me today :)


How has God blessed you this week?  Are you counting?


Happy Monday!
Renee

A linky suggestion

I meant to share this link with you a while ago but it slipped my mind.  This afternoon as I was catching up on how this sweet Katie is doing I came upon it again.  A lovely Sunday afternoon seems like the perfect time to suggest you take a peek :) 

This young woman is doing hard things with joy and seeming abandon.  She's nearly half my age but is teaching me a thing or twelve about how to love Jesus and bring honor to His name. 

I, too, want to see Jesus!  ...and I very much want my family and others in my day to see Him in me.

Love,
Renee

p.s.  For future reference, her blog is The Journey listed on the right under People I Would Like to Meet.  Just so ya know ;)

Five Minute Friday: If you met me

I think you know the drill by now.  Five minutes.  No editing or second-guessing or changing my mind.  Here we go!

{Start}

If you met me I would probably be smiling.  I also will likely have a beverage in my hand.  If it isn't Lent season it will be (fountain) Pepsi or iced tea with a lemon or orange slice in it.  or maybe some iced water with lemon.   Right now it could be a Diet Dr. Pepper or maybe Coke Cherry Zero (in a bottle!).

---or that aggravating ,above-mentioned water so full of refreshing goodness.

If you met me I might seem a bit shy at first, but if you hang with me and pretend not to notice then I can get past it pretty quickly.   You will also find me hugging on you.  I am, in fact, a hugger.

If you met me you would be meeting my family (in spirit anyway).  It's practically impossible for me to separate us.  Within minutes you will know that I have beautiful children who love the Lord and precious grandchildren who are everything!  Because that's pretty much what matters.

Also, there is approximately an 89.7% chance that I will be make-up free...unless I know you're coming and actually have time to get purty.  I am not a fan of making up the face unless I'm heading out to The Target, or church, or some other public place where I prefer not be scary.

If you met me in my home you would see a few (or more) dishes in my sink.  I'm a little weird about using the dishwasher but sometimes I let them sit for a bit or longer before doing 'em.  I would almost certainly offer you some type of cake or cookie or goodie, because I love to cook and bake and make stuff.  and I love to give people things, and due to financial constraints gifts of the feeding you is pretty much all I have to offer.  Lisa-Jo you would so have been getting casseroles after Zoe's birth if I lived closer :)

I hope you could see that I'm learning to not take myself so seriously...that I'm relaxing more about the small stuff...that I'm clowning around more and laughing more and thinking about you more.

I hope most of all that if you met me you would be able to see how much I love my Lord and just want to make Him happy.  And if you met me?  I am certain we could be great friends just sharing our stories and passions and families.

{Stop}

Since we can't all meet in my living room in person this weekend, would you drop me a comment and let me know who you are?  I want to know you too :)

Happy Friday!!
Renee

Remember?

Remember when an adventure was not having to get into the car right away?

...and the patch of woods behind your house was as big as the whole world?

Remember when freedom simply meant free to roam?

...and the discovery of an old tree "branch," i.e. stick, was more valuable than cash - and you wanted to share?

Remember when the whole world was just awaiting discovery?

Remember when a sunny day and a walk in the woods was as good as it needed to get?

...until Naynay says it's time to get in the car.  HA.

Remember how aggravating it was to be little with the grownups always spoiling the fun?


Thanks Audrey for reminding me of things I'd forgotten.  I love you!

Happy Wednesday, y'all :)
Renee