Wednesday Loves

There is talk about spring coming this way by the end of the week. That makes me so ecstatic, that I may have done a happy dance around the house. Giada may have joined me. But that's neither here nor there.

What's important is that I'm linking up with with Jamie for some Wednesday loves on this potential warmer day.

I'm loving playing with the "photo booth" on my computer.

It takes grainy, crappy pictures that make me oh so happy.

I love hot morning {decaf} coffee and afternoon iced soy chai lattes.

I love the way those two make my heart go pitter-patter

I LOVE stealing baby kisses!

lots and lots of baby kisses!

And I love the fact that God makes all things beautiful in His time

I hope that your day is sunny and warm!

Happy Wednesday!

Fresh Easter Walls

First I'm going to thank you guys for your sweet comments on yesterday's vlog. Thank you for not pointing and laughing at me. And if you did, I don't want to know about it. Ignorance will be my bliss this time around.

Remember when I was telling you a couple of weeks ago that we wanted to paint our main hallway/entrance in our house? Well, we finally did it this Sunday.

No worries. Little Miss Giada spent the day with her aunty and away from all the paint fumes. {This child grows like a weed. Slooooowwwwww doooooown kid! Let me at least blink first before you grow another inch!}

I asked for your oppinion here on the paint selection, and most of you chose the "woodlawn valley haze." I almost went with that color until I realized that it would not go well at all with our fireplace, which is a dark red-orange color. Instead we (aka I) decided to go with a lighter shade called "cornmeal". Brandon wasn't very thrilled with the idea, but he went with it anyway. And that's why I love him.

I give you the "before" ...

... and the "after."

Yes, it looks like the Easter bunny puked all over my walls. I like the contrast it has with the wall color in the dining room, however, I'm not too sure about the rest of the house. I must admit that I'm still getting used to it, especially when I open the bedroom door in the morning. It's so freaking bright! I feel like I need sunglasses. I guess it's going to be spring all year round in this house... at least for a few years, since Brandon refuses to paint it again any time soon. Sigh.. Oh wello.

I hope you ladies have a day at least half as bright as my fresh painted walls.

Happy Tuesday!

Vlog time

Can you believe that the weekend is already gone? Ours went by super fast! Doesn't it always when you're having fun? We were finally able to paint the rest of our downstairs entrance and hallway. I'll probably be sporting yellow paint on my feet for the rest of the week. But you know what? It was totally worth it! I'll post pictures of it soon.

So moving on to today's post. I promised a couple of weeks ago that I was going to do a vlog, since some of you asked to hear my accent. Brandon says he is so used to it, that most of the time he doesn't even hear it. What do you think?

Oh, in case you are wondering why you only see my head, it's because I'm sitting on the floor, even though there is a perfectly good couch right behind me. And apparently I like saying "umm" a lot. Yeah, I'm cool like that. On the bright side, you get to see my little special guest.

Make your decision wisely before watching this video. You'll never get back those 4:30 minutes. So against my better judgement, here I am.

So how was your weekend? Did you guys do anything fun?

Happy Monday!

I've got the cutest little fish

That's right. I've got the cutest little fish.

This girl LOVES her bath time.

I think that she could spend hours in the water if we would let her.

You know what else she really loves? Her hands!

Especially those two little fingers.

And here is some more proof of her love affair with those fingers.

Those big blue eyes just kill me! One look at her, and my heart is all good and melted.

Happy Friday!

I hope you lovelies have a wonderful weekend!

Our Love Story- Final Part

{If you missed part two, you can find it here}

We went to the coffee shop AND I actually had a good time. I felt like there was no pressure, since I told him I just wanted to be friends. So he was inviting me to other things, and I would agree to go. Then we started hanging out ALL THE TIME.. Everything I was learning about him, I liked. A LOT. He was gentile, and generous; he had a passion for life, and loved to take care of me. He lost both of his parents in a horrible car accident the summer before his senior year of high school, and learned fast how to be independent and a good provider. He let me be myself, and was not afraid to tell me how special I was to him. Still, I kept reminding him that I was not ready to date him. And it was not because of my old wounds. I was passed that. Time and prayer have healed those. It was due to the fact that I have always pictured myself with a different type of man. Someone that was a lot more like me. I never understood why Brandon liked me so much; we were as different as night and day! I was a social butterfly; everyone was my friend and I attended almost every school social event. I was also directing a small high school drama club, was the VP of my sophomore class, part of the student government - helping to organize different events on campus, did volunteer outreach in the community every single Saturday, and was looking forward to do medical missionary work in third world countries for a while after I graduated college. I was the choleric, always on the move type. There were just too many things life had to offer, and I couldn’t miss out on anything. Not to mention we came from two different backgrounds.

Brandon on the other hand is the laid back, taking life easy, type of person. He is quite and reserved, and only talks when he feels that it’s necessary. He had (and still has) a few very close friends, and was comfortable with that. I was in love with culture, languages, different cuisines, and traveling, while he only preferred certain dishes and was more than content in his surroundings. I respected that about him, but I just didn’t believe that God wanted me to be with someone that is just so different, so I kept reminding him that I was not ready. This is the exact reason why him asking me out was a huge, unexpected surprise.

Those are pictures from the day he proposed. It was April in Michigan, and about 50 degrees and windy. To say that I froze my butt off, is an understatement.

He had asked me in the beginning of September if I wanted to go see a Shakespeare play in Chicago at the end of October. Theater is my weakness! He was very aware of that, and totally played it for his advantage. He knew I couldn’t turn it down.

The date for the play arrived, and we decided to make a whole special day out of it, and head over to the Chicago botanical garden before we went to see the play. Let me explain something before we go any further into this story, so you could better understand my actions, and not think that I’m a complete lunatic. The Chicago botanical gardens are about 3 hrs from our school. Please keep that in mind.

As soon as we arrived to the botanical gardens, he pulled a bouquet of flowers from his trunk and asked me to be his girlfriend. I froze. I SO badly wished I had at least a one minute warning before my world came crashing down. I did not expect him to do that, and there were about a million things going through my head at once. I wasn’t ready, and I wanted to say no. However. All I could think of was how incredibly awkward this entire day would be if I said no. It’s not like I could just say “No, thanks” and then go to my dorm room. There would have been 3 LONG awkward hours in the car on our drive back, and let’s not forget we still had a play to see. So I said “Yes”… and then proceeded to think the entire evening of ways to break up with him. Please don’t throw all your tomatoes at me at once. And kids, never attempt this at home. It can be highly dangerous, not to mention stupid. Amazingly enough, however, we still had a great day, despite the odds.

The moment I said "Yes"

It took me about 1 ½ months before I decided that I was not going to break up with him. During that 1 ½ month, he told me a couple of times that he thought we were going to get married, and that we were perfect for each other. I didn’t say anything to his face, but I remember thinking that he was nuts. Here I am trying to find ways to break up with him, and he’s planning a wedding. What in the world? This entire time, I didn’t even tell my mom that I was dating someone, just because I didn’t want to have to tell her that I broke up with him soon after.

I tried every possible way to find something wrong with him. I though that eventually he was going to do something stupid and I would have to break up with him. After all, he was a guy and it’s in their nature to screw things up. But he didn’t. He was nothing but patient, sincere, and loving from the very beginning, and he never stopped, even when I was at my worst.

I may be slow sometimes, but my momma didn’t raise no fool. Soon, I realized that I would be stupid to give something like that up. If he was treating me that way during my worst behavior, I could only imagine how he would treat me during my best. I began to like him. And then I liked him a lot. After that I started to love him. And then I loved him so much that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

After asking my parent’s permission, on April 10, 2007 he asked me to marry him. I said “Yes” and this time I didn’t think about breaking off the engagement. Aren’t you proud of me? A year after we met, on August 5^th 2007 we said our vows in front of God, our family, and friends, and we never looked back.

I know now that God’s plans are so much bigger and better than what I have ever imagined. I didn’t pick my husband, but God has perfectly made him especially for me, and honestly, He could not have picked a better husband, friend, or daddy for our little girl, and I love him as much as I love life. For this great gift, I’ll forever be grateful.

The End.

{If you made it through all three parts, you are amazing. Thank you so much for following along our love story. I really hope you enjoyed reading it, as much as I enjoyed sharing it with you}

Our Love Story- Part Two

{if you missed part one, you can find it here}

I knocked on the door and this sweet guy answered it. He introduced himself as Brandon, and besides thinking that he was a really nice guy, I didn’t give it another thought. My friend, G, had a pile of clothes on the floor, and I proceeded to pick them up and put them in a bag. I had no idea at the time, but Brandon was instantly attracted the moment he saw me pick up our friend’s clothes off the floor. I find that highly amusing, but he just thought it was cool that I didn’t find that gross. Men are SO ODD, I tell ya!

If you think those pictures are crappy, is because they are.

Apparently college students can't afford nice cameras... or at least I didn't.

This was taken at a school banquet

We left his apartment, and I didn’t expect to see him again. Or maybe just not as often as I did. However, within the next few weeks he was EVERYWHERE I WAS. I found that very strange, considering the fact that I have not seen him before, and now it was like he was following me around. We did end up hanging out a few times, but I never thought he was trying to make a move on me. Later on, once we were dating, he asked me “How did you not realize that I was hitting on you? I was talking to you all the time!” Um, yeah. My husband is a man of few words, and he talks only when he has something to say. I, on the other hand, can blabber on for hours. I realize now, that for him, that was a LOT of talking, however, it really was not more than an average acquaintance would talk to me. Also, I was still trying to close old wounds, and may have been fairly distracted when he was talking to me. Anyway… Soon after we met, our friend G, asked me if I would be willing to go on a date with Brandon. I wasn’t sure about it, since I really did not want to get into anything serious, anytime soon. Therefore I told him, that I would only go as friends, and as long as he wasn’t looking for a relationship or anything along those lines. G promised me that Brandon just thought I was pretty cool (which in his defense, I am. Just joking. But no, really) and that he only wanted to be friends. Please! The guy just lied through his teeth, straight to my face! So Brandon and I hung out a few times, and very quickly I begun to realized that he was starting to like me quite a bit and very fast. So I did the only thing I knew: I freaked out. Big times! Since there was nothing serious going on at that point, and nothing was said between us, after about 10 days of hanging out, I decided that I should not lead him on, and just end the entire thing. But since I didn’t know how to do that in a nice way, I thought that if I just stop talking to him all together, and not answer his phone calls anymore, he would just get the point that I was not interested. Yes, I see the irony in that. Considering the fact that we are now married, you probably can tell that that didn’t work out very well. After two days of ignored phone calls, he sent me a text message saying “Did I miss something, or what is going on?” All I could think about was “Crap. I’m going to have to spell it out for him, and be the bad guy.” I’m a total people pleaser, and HATE being the bad guy!!!

I agreed to meet him at my dorm, and we went to the closest gas station to have our little talk. That was our only close option since we lived in a podunk little town that gave us no other choice. I proceed to explain to him that I was not interested, that I was not ready for a real relationship at that time, and that I really would rather just be friends. He said, that he understood… and then asked me if I wanted to go and get some coffee at some other coffee shop. What the? Did he not hear what I just said??? Was I still speaking English? However, since I still wanted to remain friends, AND did not want to be the “bad guy” (see a pattern here?) I agreed to it. So off we went to have a cup of coffee.

That's our friend G and his date (who is now his wife), and us

{If you want to find out how it all turned out, come back for the final part.}

Our Love Story- Part One

Sine I’ve started blogging, I’ve been asked a few times to share our love story. However, truth be told, I have been avoiding writing about our journey to marriage. The reason for that is due completely to the role I played in the beginning of our relationship. Yep, I’m a bit embarrassed by it. But today is the day to get over. We have a beautiful, happy ending, so for that alone, I believe that our story is worth telling.

The day he asked me to be his girlfriend

Brandon and I met in 2006, when I was still a sophomore in college. I literarily showed up at his front door. Now if that wasn’t a sign, I don’t know what is. Let me rewind a bit. After a really crappy summer of trying to get over an ex-boyfriend (that at the time I was convinced he was going to be my future husband), I came back to our Christian university, in a little small town in southwest Michigan. I came there a few weeks before classes started, more broken hearted than there are words to describe. And to add insult to injury, once I showed up on campus, I found out that the guy I was previously dating had been cheating on me before we broke up, and was now happily dating the other girl. I felt like all my wounds were reopened and someone just threw salt allover them. It hurt. A lot. I wasn’t only hurt. I was bitter, and angry, and confused, and needles to say, not looking for another relationship anytime soon. The walls around my heart were thicker than they have ever been before. I felt like men could not be trusted, and I had a hard time believing that there were any good fish left in the sea.

{Side note: maybe you’ve been there. Maybe your ARE there. Just know one thing: God has a way of working things out as long as you let Him. He is the only one that can truly heal, and piece back together a broken heart.}

So back to me showing up to school two weeks before classes started. I was part of the student government association, and all of us were supposed to get together, bond, and plan our goals for the next school year. G, the student body president, and I were really close friends, and as soon as I arrived, I went to see him in his office, only to find a girl we all knew too well for her insane, promiscuous behavior, all over him. The look on the poor guy’s face when he saw me was priceless. You could just see the relief in his eyes! As soon as I walked in, he said “Oh, great! You’re here! Yeah, we can’t be late to that thing.” I quickly responded with a “Yeah, we can’t be late to the THING,” even though I had no clue what “the thing” was. And just like that we left his office, and I saved his day! As we got in his car and were ready to make our great escape, he asked me if I would mind going to one of his friend’s apartment that he’s been living with for a few weeks, to pick up the rest of his stuff. I agreed, and five minutes later I was knocking at his friend’s door. Little did I know at that time that the man on the other side of that door, was none other but my future husband.

{to find out what happened next, come back for part two}

A Facelift and a Sneak Peek

Happy Sunday! No, you didn't go to the wrong blog! I just got a {little} much needed plastic surgery around here, courtesy of non other than my better half. Gotta love the man! So what do you think?

And here is the hint/sneak-peek for what's coming up soon: This is one of the first picture of the two of us while dating, taken five years ago. Gosh, we look so stinking young!

So... stay tuned for our love story coming up soon in your nearest blogland. Haha

I hope your weekend is nothing short of fabulous!

Hanging out

I love days like yesterday when I was able to just lay back and hang out with my happy girl. She gave me a bit of a scare two days ago when she decided to cry all morning and not eat anything until 3pm. We took a quick trip to the urgent care, but God is good in my life, and everything is fine now.

I'm not looking forward to going back to work in a couple of months and leaving her home, but for now, I'm just going to soak up every single moment with my little love.

We're starting a young adult class at church called "Salt" this weekend. It was Brandon's idea and it will focus on people from our generation (20s-30s). The premier is this Saturday, and I'm so excited to see how God is going to lead this group and use it to bring Him glory. Wish us luck!

I hope you gals have a fabulous weekend!

Spring time love!

First of all, I want to thank you guys so much for your input on my last post. It really did help me to make a decision. Also, you can still ask anything you would like to know about me, and then I'll attempt to make a vlog and answer your questions.

Secondly, it's March, and it snowed here yesterday. There should be some kind of universal rule against that, don't you think? I'm so over this crappy weather! Bring on the spring! So I was thinking that maybe if I wish it bad enough and drool over the spring collections every store has brought out of the hibernation, maybe, just maybe, the sun will decide to grace us with his presence? Please say I'm not the only delusional one who believes that! Please?

Therefore, in the name of spring, I give you some of my favorite things.

{Image via weheartit}

Tulips are my favorite spring flowers. They are just so bright and beautiful, and once I see them in stores, I know that sunshine is coming my way soon. Love them!

First three outfits are from JCrew, and the swimsuit is from VS.

I adore those coral shorts! The outfit looks so comfy with just enough of a "sexy" touch to have both of best worlds. It's a win-win.

I've been all about white jeans for about two summers now. I actually own a pair and am in love with them! Sadly, my hips won't fit in them right now. Maybe it's time for a new pair! Also, this VS swimsuit looks amazing, even for post-prego people like me whose body is not able to handle a two piece bikini right now.

Ring from F21, ballet slippers from JCrew, and headband from this Etsy shop. All items that would totally make my spring!

Love those Essie nail-polishes. First one (vanity fairest) would look great on any flirty spring day, while the gray tone of Playa del Platinum will give your nails a chic look during any occasion.

Last, but not least, something for the little lady in my life. First dress is from Old Navy, and second, striped one, is from Gap. I'm just so in love with little girl dresses! Aren't they just to die for?!

Well, this is what I'm loving this spring. What do you have your heart set on?

Help a girl out!

Lately, my girl and I have been staying away from shops since we tried this window shopping business and failed miserably each and every time. And let me tell ya, window shopping is not for girls like us. It's like putting a big chocolate cake in front of a fat kid and then telling him not to eat it! What the? It's so freaking hard to just look and not touch! And seriously, I don't know how long I can keep my internal shopper spirit away from stores! It's eating me from the inside out! It's spring time and there are so many pretty things out there darn it!!! AND I WANT THEM ALL!!!

But when I come back to reality and realize that the three of us are now living on one income, I think of other ways that will keep my mind occupied. So for now, Giada and I have been contemplating the meaning of life and asking ourselves important questions such as the one on her onesie

It says:

"To pee or not to pee.

This is the question... you know the answer."

We also stay busy by working pretty hard around here as you can see...

Even Knight, (the big black blur) our cat, is joining in the fun

And here is the best shopping buddy ever!

She sleeps so well while mommy shops

Anyway... Among my multitude of important thoughts, I've been thinking of ways to decorate our home on a budget... once we even have a budget for that kind of stuff. But for now, I really would like to paint the rest of our downstair hallway, since it won't cost too much, and it will make it look SO much better. We've painted our living room, kitchen, and breakfast area, but there is still a long hallway with many walls that is white as a ghost and needs to see some color. So, I have decided that I was going to paint it either a shade of yellow or blue. I already have green and brown on adjacent walls so can't go with those colors. Now this is when you come in. Below are some of the colors I've chosen and I need your input on which one you think will look the best. You should know that there are quite a few walls that will have to be painted this color, since the hallway kind of curves, therefore there will be a LOT of this paint in my house. Also, it's the area that people will see the most. Choose wisely, or I may end up with the wrong color and be the talk of the town. You wouldn't want that, would you?! So will you help a sista out? Please!

Top- From left to right:

Yukon Gold, Japanese Koi, Honey Tea

Bottom-From Left to Right:

Spa pool, Betsy Ross house Blue, Woodlawn Valley Haze.

One more thing before I leave. I've been asked by a few people to do a video since they were curious to hear my accent. Haha. So, I thought that this would be a perfect time for you to ask anything you want and I'll try to answer some of them in a video and some on a post. Sounds good? Go ahead. Ask away about ANYTHING! I'm an open book!

Thanks in advance for your input on the paint colors! I'm excited to find out what you gals think!

Happy Tuesday!

Three months

My sweet, little Giada-Bear,

You are THREE months old girly! That’s a quarter of a year old! This has been a pretty good month for both of us, and I’m so very thankful to you for that. You have developed more of a schedule, and I’m so glad that you are becoming more predictable with your naps and behavior. You are the happiest when you wake up in the morning, and can smile and coo for your mommy for 30 minutes sometimes. Late afternoons are a whole different ball game. Between 6:30 and 9:30 is when you’re the crankiest; not the entire time, but you still make it difficult to do any evening time activities. Also, no matter how hard your daddy or I try to put you to sleep before 11pm, you refuse to cooperate no matter how crabby you are before that. But once you are asleep, you sleep until 4am and then wake up again around 7. I guess you’re not ready to give up that middle of the night feeding, but that’s fine. You’re such a great eater and mommy loves holding you.

You are growing SO fast. Last month you were 23inches and in the 82percentile. This month you are about 24 ½ inches, and you are probably close to 14lbs. You are wearing 0-3month clothes, however, they are already getting a bit short on you. Your feet and fingers are also SO long, and they’ve been that way since you were born. We don’t know where you get that, since neither I nor your daddy are very tall.

You have the best smile sweet girl, and you are doing a whole lot more smiling and “talking” nowadays. You also have started doing this really high-pitched squeal when you’re happy, and we just adore hearing it. You’re just such a joy!

Your neck is still wobbling a wee bit, but I believe that may be mommy’s fault for not making you do tummy time very often, since you screamed bloody murder for a while when we did that. However, you’re starting to enjoy it again, so all’s good love.

You still really love bath time. You used to cry whenever we would get you out, but I think you have realized that you have to get out of the water eventually. Other things that you really like is being held, having your dipper changed, your changing table, car rides (you sleep so well in the car), eating, and your daddy’s “airplane” holds. I can see you changing every single day and I just love watching you grow.

Mommy thanks God each and every day for how amazing you are. You make my world go round. I love you to the stars and back and forth, and can’t wait to see the milestones you’re going to achieve this next month.

Forever yours,

~ Mommy

Painted Vases- A DIY

The weather has been so ugly around here lately. Each time I get a bit excited about spring coming our way, it starts raining or snowing. So what's a girl to do beside hang out with this little cutie?
Oh, I know! How about play! I saw this project on the DIY network, and it looks so easy and fun, that I just had to do it! It's painting glass.... from the INSIDE! Confused? Don't be! I'll show ya how!

So you start out with a clear vase, bottle, or whatever glass container fits your style and desires.
Make sure it's washed and VERY well dried before doing anything else.

Pick a pain color. Latex paint works best and they're easier to clean after.

Fill up a syringe with paint and pour it in the vase. I used about 30ml and it was way too much. I think about 20ml would have been just enough for my vase, but of course it all depends on the size of your glass container.

Once you poured the paint inside the vase, rotate to coat the entire vase all the way to the top...

...until it looks like this. Now make a few. I dare ya. Once you're done, place your vases upside down on a used towel for about 30 min, in order to allow the excess paint to drain. Once you're done with that step, turn the vases right side up, and let them air dry over night.

Make sure you don't put any water in those vases, since it will make your paint dissolve.

If you want to put real flowers in them, use one of those little flower tubes.

And tada! All is left to do is play with the arrangements as you enjoy a nice cup of hot coffee.

Aren't they just gorgeous? If I can't bring spring outside, bringing a touch of it inside my house is the next best thing.

I hope you enjoyed it. Now go and bring some spring into your own homes!
Happy middle of the week lovelies!

One lucky girl

I’m going to warn you ahead of time. This post is one of those mushy, lovey ones, so if you’re not that type, you may want to turn away. I won’t hold it against you… too much. So we all agree that you’ve been warned, yeah?

Five years ago when I met Brandon, I never knew how lucky of a girl I was to have such a wonderful guy come into my life. Actually, I didn’t even appreciate it. If it wouldn’t have been for his constants persuasion, we never would have made it. And I would have thrown away one of the best things that has ever happened to me. But that’s a different story for a different time. Maybe one day I’ll tell you all about our love story and how I met my husband. However, today I would like to tell you about the father of my baby girl. Yep. This post is all about my baby’s daddy.

Those two love hanging out in the rocking chair

Brandon has never been very good with kids. He always felt very awkward around them, and could never be convinced to pick them up or play with someone else’s children. I, on the other hand, was a baby magnet, and fell in love with every kid that crossed my path. Needless to say, I was worried about how he would behave once we had our own kids. And then Giada came along. This sweet, tiny thing, which in a blink of an eye, turned our free, easy going lives upside down. He didn’t know what to do with that. Reality hit him hard, and once again, I was worried. However, all my worries went out the window the moment I saw his facial expression the first time she gave him a toothless smile. He never said it, but I know that in that moment his heart just melted and from then on, he was tightly wrapped around her little finger.

Giada is not afraid to tell everyone how she feels about her daddy.

Those two are the best of pals now. I never thought I would hear my husband using baby talk, but nowadays, it seems like that’s the only language he knows. Actually, right now, as I’m typing those words, they are gently rocking in the rocking chair and he is singing to her a song he just made up: “Giada Bear, Giada Bear. I love you my Giada Bear.” If you knew my husband, you would know how big of a deal this is. The man never sings, unless it’s very, very quietly in church. EVER. And he’s singing now to his little girl. Be still my heart. I’m falling in love with him all over again, every single day. And it feels good. So good, to know that he is the father of my little girl. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind, that no matter what life will throw our way, he will never leave our side. I know that he will be there to protect and defend her when she needs him to. I know that he will kiss away her scraped knees, and show her new and great adventures. He in not just a great provider, he is also loving, sweet, gentle, and a great friend. He is always here for us when we need him. Do you know how huge of a blessing that is? To have a husband who is your best friend, who loves and respects you, and a daddy who will be by your side no matter what? I do. I’ve experienced the short end of that stick, and take it from me, it can leave a young girl empty. My baby girls’ heart will not be empty, because her daddy would never dream of leaving her. Now THAT is a blessing.

This is one of her favorite positions,

and you will often see them walking around like this for a long time, as she drools away.

So yeah. I’m a lucky girl to have this man in my life. I’m actually more than lucky. I’m blessed beyond measure, and I pray every single day that I never take this great gift for granted.

Yep. My heart is all good and melted.

Have a wonderful Monday, and stay tuned for a fun little DIY coming up next