weather report

There are so many people on facebook that comment about the weather, me included, and I've decided it's because the weather, for good or bad, has a huge impact on our day. In the winter when there's a big snow storm and I get to stay home and watch it from my window, I love it, but when it's spring and the snow comes, I'm angry. More like sad. The rain I don't mind, it's suppose to rain, but the snow, snow that stays on the grass for over 2 days, it's just a little depressing.



I like my spring to be warm enough to have my windows open to let in the fresh breeze. I like my spring sunny with blue skies. I like my spring with blossoms covering the trees and small leafy buds. I like my spring to have laughter with kids running around outside.

At times I feel duped living where I live that I don't really get a good spring or maybe it's just a delayed spring. Who knows. Each year is different and each year I hold my breath wondering what we will get. But like all things it does come, even for just a few weeks before the hot air hits, it comes. The flowers come up from there hiding place, the blossoms cover the trees, the grass starts to green, and everything looks a little brighter...feels a little brighter.


[spring break | st george]

I wish the weather didn't affect me as much as it does. Seems sort of silly to let something so beyond my control make a difference, but then again, that's never stopped me before. Does the weather affect you?

It's nice today looking out and seeing the big puffy clouds against the blue backdrop and listening to my girls play in the back yard while I work. It's been a good day. Peaceful. Bright. And I have to blame the weather for part of it.

ramblings before bed

The tooth fairy is suppose to be visiting our house tonight, problem is the tooth fairy is tired and ready for sleep so she needs to find something to do to keep herself awake. Reading wasn't working so blogging it is.

I'm glad for a moment to blog. I've missed it...a lot. My time has been consumed with Woman's Conference (sorry to keep bringing it up, but it is my life right now and you probably will keep hearing about it until May 1st. Trust me I am praying for May 1st to come sooner than you are). The reading/pondering/searching have taken up every bit of my time and for good reason. I feel a huge responsibility to say something meaningful while being true to myself. I pray I don't disappoint.












[we each took a turn in the night to work on each others canvas.]

I was looking through these recent photos I took of the art/painting night I had with my friends last week. I guess you could say I'm trying to pin point exactly what it is I love about these moments in my life and why I'm drawn to them. There are many and for many different reasons. 1. I need a creative outlet. 2. I enjoy being with my friends. 3. I need me time. I think we all need that little break from the everyday life, if it's going out with friends or visiting a quiet bookstore to roam the isles, it helps us appreciate what we're leaving behind. Like now. Adam is in CA for the night and as I close up shop, put the girls to bed myself, and look into my empty room I think, it's nice to miss him.

Lately we, Adam and I, have been talking about confidence or the lack there of as the case may be. It really does baffle me how much I struggle with it. The night I was painting with my friends it all came crashing down (my confidence) and despite the fact that I had a great time I left feeling like painting just isn't my thing. And I'm ok with that if that were the issue, but it's not. My lack of confidence sadly goes far beyond a paint brush...if only. Adam and I discussed ways to gain confidence, but I still wonder if it's something learned or if it's just something you are born with. Food for thought. What do you think? I have to believe it's something that can be attained by all. At what lengths?...that is the better question.

I'm certain now my girls are all fast asleep so I will say goodnight and leave my ramblings for another day to do the work of the elusive tooth fairy.