Currently...

Super grateful for time spent with a lovely lady, over dinner, on a cool summer night.  Getting to know folks around the Village is so exciting and is making this place feel more and more like home each and every day.  Thank you for the lovely flowers Kris and the engaging conversation.

More than excited to be traveling all the way to England in just a few weeks. My dad is 60 this year and we are headed over to celebrate, not only his birthday but his beautiful life.  When he moved so far away I sobbed with grief over that distance... but I realize now that his courage to follow his own dream gave me the courage to follow mine.  He has always given me the gift of freedom and the courage to believe in myself.  Now we will celebrate over a pint on a life well lived.  Can.Not.Wait.

Just a little proud of my two little chicks, who are not much like chicks anymore... heading into another summer after a school year well done.   I remember a time, when they were so much smaller, always trailing behind me every where I went.  Those little waddles have turned into great strides now and though I miss the days of constant contact I am full of joy in watching them grow.  Time to plan another back to school dinner for 5th and 3rd graders to be!!

Feeling more relaxed in our new space called home.  It is at 90 percent completion with the remaining 10 percent is put on the back burner until fall.  My afternoons are back to the regular grind and not filled with trips to Lowe's, paint buckets, manual labor, or furniture building and installing.  And my evenings are free to enjoy dinner with my family and snuggle Mister Witt on the already built ready for use couch.

 just a bit giddy at the living room transformation into family movie night viewing extravaganza! Chairs, couches, blankets, ice cream, dog, cat, cuddles oh my....

 and lastly, feeling over the moon in love...  Because life is good.  And it doesn't get old, to write it down here... I cry often, and get crabby, and argue with my kids, and get upset with my husband, and complain to my mom, and pout in my room.  I rarely write those things down, and I if I do it is usually not here... so let it be known that life is never perfect here, for me.  I upset easily and well up often.  But when Mister Witt looks lovingly across the room at me and makes his way over for a smooch and makes me feel like the luckiest woman alive... well, I must write that down because that is the very good stuff that one puts in her treasure box, for keeps you see.  Not to be forgotten and to be taken out when in need of a reminder...