Tender Mercies

“The Lord’s tender mercies are the very personal and individualized blessings, strength, protection, assurances, guidance, loving-kindnesses, consolation, support, and spiritual gifts which we receive from and because of and through the Lord Jesus Christ…The Lord’s tender mercies do not occur randomly or merely by coincidence. Faithfulness, obedience, and humility invite tender mercies into our lives, and it is often the Lord’s timing that enables us to recognize and treasure these important blessings.”

~Elder David A. Bednar

This Moment

A new Saturday ritual.

A single photo – no words – capturing a simple, special, extraordinary moment that I would like to pause, savor and remember.

If you’re inspired to do so—as I was, by SouleMama, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to see.

Happy Weekend, my dah-lings!


Pirate Genes

Being the pirate loving mateys that we are…

we gathered the crew and headed back to one of our favorite places—

Pirate Island!  It’s mystical…

it’s magical…

and just so dang piratey!

The deckhands love the food…

especially the plank-sized portions.

However, some of the knaves go a little…

overboard...

with the pizza.

No really.

They pillage and plunder…

they rifle and loot.

It’s a sad, sad story all right.

But this particular swabbie? Oh, she truly can’t help it.

It’s not her fault.

After all…

Her great-grampa was a pirate.

Basket Case Baby

When I was a kid, I used to fantasize about finding a baby in a basket, on the door step.

Not an old beat up basket like this one–holding baby April–but a pretty little wicker one. Of course the baby would have a note attached to it reading, “Please look after my baby,” or something mysterious like that. In my child mind, the baby would, of course, be mine to have and name and play with forever–like a doll.

Back then, it was a magical, romantic thought–finding a baby on the porch that for some weird reason you could just keep. But nowadays, to imagine such a thing is just downright creepy. I mean, really–where were the “Child Protective Services” back then?

I know, I know…they didn’t exist.

At any rate, there must be some kind of compact, feel good, choo-choo train kind of relationship that many moms have with babies in baskets.  Not just to sleep–but you know, where you plop them in this funny little place and tow them around the carpet for awhile.

And for the baby it’s instant Disneyland.

Oooh-oooh! The doorbell just rang…

I’ll go see–maybe it’s a stray baby or something.

I mean, you never know.

Look What I Found…

in the garden…

a genuine—-Leprechaun!!

I snuck up behind him and slammed a jar over his little green self and now he’s mine!

Pretty dang sure he owes me a pot of gold, or a wish or something…can’t remember how it goes.

If you haven’t seen any of these little fellows in your hedges yet, don’t feel bad.

I guess I just have the ‘touch.’ Hahaha.

This guy is the perfect little friend to have around—to keep you from getting pinched.

And if he’s got a pot of gold hidden somewhere–you can bet, I’m gonna find it.

Wish me luck.