
Time to leave the Brownie Vests behind!

New Juniors!!



She's not my mama but she fills in the blank....My Mimmie is my rock. She is the one person, besides my kids, that I talk to every day. She often knows my thoughts with out me saying a word. She has given me more advice than Dr. Phil ever could. My grandmother taught me how to cook, sew, do laundry, can pickles and tomatoes, make jelly and love all people. She's covered my butt with clothes, kissed my ouchies and written a check without me asking because she knew I needed some help. Mimmie took me to church and helped me learn to love the Lord. Mimmie always reminds me that I'm her heart...and in reality she is my heart too. We have shopped and laughed, cried and celebrated...and through it all she has been a wonderful example of what a wife, mother, grandmother and child of God should be like. Most people are blessed to know their grandparents throughout their childhood. I am blessed to know my grandmother as an adult.

My child....she's so excited about little things. Tonight it was the bird egg they found on the sidewalk. It looks as though this little birdy met an untimely demise with a fall from a tree or with the neighborhood kitty. Well Emma took great delight in looking at the developing chick. She was thrilled that she could make out the little birdy eye and the yolk in the egg. I love to watch the wonder in her eyes as she discovers things in the world....even if it is a squished bird egg.
One could say that my obsession is photography in general. I go through these phases of taking pictures of certain things. Lately it was wildflowers since it seemed that every weekend had me outdoors with the girl scouts.