Eternity

My little one has been sick for almost three weeks now. Her cold turned into a double ear infection, which led to a course of antibiotics. My happy, playful little girl has become a really cranky, whiny, hard-to-please mega-baby. And, even though it's only temporary, I find myself depressed and hopeless about it all. Ridiculous, really.

It always amazes me how quickly I begin to question God's intentions towards me in these moments. I think, "did you forget that I could use your help here?" or "do you just not care?" every time I feel I'm going to go under.

I'm so grateful that God is not like me; that he has the capacity to carry all that I cannot. That he is loving me in each and every moment.

Beautiful You

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom can be no variation, nor turning shadow.

One Nice Thing

Over the last few days, I've been developing a nasty, raspy cough. It started out innocently enough; just a little tickle in the back of my throat. Now it's taking over my voice.

Thankfully, I don't feel sick at all. I'm doing what I can to ensure it doesn't flare up even more: drinking 1,000 mg vitamin C packets and lots of water and trying to rest (which is difficult when you're temporarily single-parenting a 13 month old).

The one nice thing about trying to fend off a cough (cold, etc) is being forced to take it easy, relax when you can, and let the dishes wait another day.

Making the Best of It

Winter has lashed out for one (hopefully) last time. Parking lots and sidewalks are covered with slushy ice. This means a cancelled retreat to the ocean. Add in a baby with a fierce cold and a husband away on business and you've got the makings of a LONG weekend. Thankfully, I have company. My sister is here with her daughter; companions for both Ava and I.

We're determined to make the best of it, with movies, good food and wine. The weekend may prove to be bright after all.

Hope you enjoy yours.

Soft and Fluffy

I have wanted a Peruvian Alpaca fur something for a long time. A Russian woman I worked with several years ago owned one and used it as a bedspread. I loved lunching at her house because it meant we could sit and chat while I pawed at her fur for the majority of the hour.

Well, thanks to some old friends of my husband, viola! My very own Alpaca fur!

Ava and I have been sitting on it all day, reading books, playing with baby dolls and rolling around. She pets at it and calls it "kit". For kitty, of course.

I suddenly want it to stay cold for a while longer so I can spread it out by my woodstove. Now that sounds nice.

Little Helper

cooking......

......and cleaning.

All in a days work.

Sunday Brunch

When I woke up this morning the sky looked crispy-gray. An hour or two later, there was a short downpour of freezing rain, followed by an even shorter snowfall. Now the sun is shining, and just in time for the Sunday Brunch I'm hosting. On the menu:

*Egg and sausage casserole
*Freshly baked carrot bread with cream cheese frosting
*Berry Salad with cream

All topped off by good coffee, good music and good friends.