food, crochet, merriment
“We cannot underestimate the healing power that our loving expressions and our warm smiles can impart. We do not really even need to speak. In and of themselves, smiles and loving light in the eyes have their own healing power. They enter the non-verbal receptors of those who receive them and do small miracles to their souls.”
– M. Catherine Thomas
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Our pretty birds are back…as long as we feed them…
and Mr. Beany doesn’t really care.
Making efficient “crafty” use of a skinny little space.
The color green you can only get from 2 weeks of rain.
Baptism day for a sweet pack of dear boys.
My broken Pandora is still alive!!
Spring color that goes anywhere.
Apparently it doesn’t always snow in Siberia–so my boy is warm…for now!
What about you? What are your happy thoughts on this lovely day?
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I forgot to mention that I did pick up a little treasure on our antique spree the other day. It would, I’m sure, be considered a silly thing to most people. But when the lady unlocked the glass case and let me hold the darn thing…my hands were shaking. See, I’d been looking for this pretty cup for about 15 years, and never thought for a second that I’d ever touch one–never mind take one home.
Now I suppose there aren’t many people on this planet that know what this even is. But I’ll give you a tiny hint…
Any guesses my friends?
Just curious.
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“World peace, though a lofty goal, is but an outgrowth of the personal peace each individual seeks to attain. I refer not to the peace promoted by man, but peace as promised of God. I speak of peace in our homes, peace in our hearts, even peace in our lives. Peace after the way of man is perishable. Peace after the manner of God will prevail.”
Thomas S. Monson
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My very favorite “peeps.”
My silly boy immortalized in…cotton—so nobody forgets him. Isn’t he just so CUTE?
Pretty little barrettes on a pretty little ladybug.
The Springy-est colors on the face of earth.
A guy who can dance…anywhere…anytime…for any reason.
A table full of pure heaven. No, there aren’t any left. Sorry.
A girl with her priorities straightened out.
A sweet card from a boy down the road…who shall remain name-less.
Ok, ok–it’s from the artist-formerly-known-as-the-bald-kid.
And lastly–a tiny guy who is perfectly secure in his manliness–when he’s “bein’ the dad.”
What about you? What makes you smile?
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