God has poured so much milk and honey into my life that I hardly know where to begin scooping it up.
Just a few drops of it . . .
*the softened leather of well-worn cowboy boots
*scribbling (ah, typing, oops) my daydreams into my laptop while the smell of rain floats through my bedroom window.
*going away for the weekend with awesome friends.
*playing a new song on my guitar
*the freckled noses, muddy boots, and infectious giggles of little boys. I hope my first baby is a little boy. I was thinking the other day—I think I'm going to jump in puddles with him. A few, anyway.
I’m virtually grown, yet each and every time I pass a puddle, the thing screams at me to dip my foot in it.
Just to check how deep it is, ya know.Ten years ago, I would have dipped the whole of myself, not just the tip of my boot. Poor Mama.
*a brown-sugar coffee cake cappuccino. Keeping each sip miniature so that it will last longer.
*curling up with Growing Up Duggar on a raw afternoon.
*recording an album with friends.
*feeding a new baby calf with a bottle. Feeling the helpless youngster slap your knees with his fuzzy head and dribble warm milk into the hay. Realizing that he considers you his mama for the moment.
*my mama’s priceless hugs and boosting comments.
*the bracing smell of wood smoke.
*seeing and hearing a baby laugh. And sleep. And lift her arms to be cuddled.
*feeling the love of my Savior on a day when I need it the most. Just the fact that He loves me when I fail Him so much is enough to make me want to fall at His feet. Truly, we love because He first loved us.
A portrait session with my sister a few weeks ago.
Um, not certain what thoughts sulked behind those eyes. Probably something akin to, “When is this gonna be done?”
I love these guys!
What is putting a smile on your face today?