My Eyes, Their Playing Tricks On Me...

Or maybe, it's my mothers heart.

I could have sworn I saw my third born, my baby boy this morning.

That's him, on the far left, with his two older brothers.  Everytime I see this photo, my heart skips a beat, and my eyes fill with tears.  He, was all of 2.

I was on my way to one of my favorite coffee spots, (I was out of coffee at home), and there he was.

Walking to work in all of his 19 years.  Taking care of his life.  Figuring out where it's going, how he's going to get there.

His hair is no longer blond as the sun.  He doesn't spend his mornings out in the field by our house, where I could and did, stand in the window and watch him patiently look for, and catch, butterfly after butterfly with his favorite net.

He is a man now.  Even though in my mothers heart, he is still my baby boy.  The one who would come at any given moment of the day and hug on my waist, look up at me with his hazel eyes and say...

"I love you mom."

I am so grateful for the time I had at home with our children.  There are times like today, when I wish we could all go back, even for just a week.  To when they were little pumpkins, all home.  Under one roof.  In a time where I could close my eyes at night, know how blessed I was, and thank God for peacefully sleeping children just below me.

God is good.  So good.

I texted  my Baby Boy when I reached the coffee shop this morning.  Reminded him that his mom loves him, and that in my heart, even though he is a man now, he will always be my Baby Boy.

He, didn't reply.  But thats alright.

I know that I know, that I know... that that 19 year old, third born son of mine, now a man, knows, how very much his mother loves him.

And someplace, in the deepest part of HIS heart, where no one else goes...

He, is still my baby boy too.

And that is enough for me.  :)

Hugs From My Heart

I'm Here

Hey friends... I'm still here.  I haven't really gone anywhere, and things are relatively the same.  I just haven't had much to say.  Strange. I know.

Now that summer is pretty much over, I am looking back a bit, and forward some, but very little, to fall.  I can say one thing with certainty, our lives are changing, and I am glad.  Glad for change is something I never thought I would be able to say.  But I really am.

I spent the summer being purposeful .  I had decided on a few things, and really worked at them.

Slowing down.

Simplifying.

Being still.

Spending time with those I love deeply.

Taking "One Day At A Time", and no more.

Figuring out what I enjoy doing, and actually DOING IT!  :)

Times like these in my life, always draw me closer to God.  I wish I could say that He, is always my starting point, but by my own admission, as much as I know He should be, I don't always go to Him first.

I often try to "fix" things on my own first, and then, because those "fixes" are only temporary, I end up on my face.  Some people have scar marks from teenage acne.  I have scuff marks from landing on my face time and time again.  I'm good with it though.  :)

Fall is upon us here in Maine.  It's my favorite time of year.  It's a perfect time to let God do a good house cleaning.  A good time to let Him show you a new path.  A good time to know that He is always, always, always, your Heavenly Father.  He has a plan and purpose for your life, even if you are 46, married 27 years, 4 kids later.

I'm excited, joyful, and mostly, peaceful.

Hugs From My Heart

Hugs From My Heart

Hugs From My Heart

Sunday Thoughts...

         It's Sunday and I'm just thinking, I'd like too...

1. Pack a bag and go on road trips with Katie.
2. Meet new people.
3. Read more books
4. Take more photos on said trips.  :)
5. Skinny dip one more time before winter hits.  
6. Eat in diners where everyone knows everyone, and the coffee isn't flavored.

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Just holding on to the last chapters of this book... it is so good, I don't want it to end.

HOW TO BAKE A PERFECT LIFE

An unforgettable novel that celebrates food, family, and the unbreakable bonds between mothers and daughters.

In a story as warm and embracing as a family kitchen, Barbara O’Neal explores the poignant, sometimes complex relationship between mothers and daughters—and the healing magic of homemade bread.

“Envelopes you like the scent of warm bread, comforting and invigorating, full of love and forgiveness and possibility.”—Erica Bauermeister, bestselling author of The School of Essential Ingredients

Hugs From My Heart

Hugs From My Heart