Let’s start this post off right. Huddy fell asleep in the car cart at Kroger the other day. OH.MY. The cute and laugh factor is quite high with this one. I could eat them both up…with a spoon. And poor Huddy looks like he picked up a stiff drink on aisle 10.
My niece Campbell has been coming to Zumba. There is no one else I would rather Zumba beside than her. We’re rockin’ our snake move.
I adore waffles, but have always had a love/hate relationship with them. I love to eat them, but hate cutting them up…especially for three wee Kelleys. I had actually resorted to waiting until they were cooled off and then just tearing them into pieces with my bare hands. I just laughed at myself…I know this is pathetic isn’t it? Then it dawned on me…my pizza cutter.
Now my kids just dip their waffle sticks in their bowl of syrup. I was pretty proud of myself. Doesn’t take much.
My friend Brea, who needs to start blogging again, enjoys giving me her old stuff. I happily and thankfully accept. Tonight her husband Jonathan dropped these jewels off at our house. Now what to do with them…I’m thinking, I’m thinking.
I started my first quilt last summer. I don’t like to have unfinished projects, so when I set to work on my first quilt, which is for Harper, I was determined to finish it in record time. I quickly finished the top and backing and then soon realized the top, batting and backing pieces would not fit under my small machine to quilt it together.
I was bummed. So it sat. I thought it was going to cost an arm & leg to have custom stitched, so it continued to sit. Right before Mom got sick, I had finally handed it over to a quilter, who knew my mom & was an aunt to some of my dear friends, but I had to add some length and width to the backing. Then Mom died. A few weeks ago the sweet quilter told me if I would get her the backing she would quilt it for me for free. I cried.
Now I just need to add the binding and my first quilt will be official.
Recently I’ve been a bit obsessed with David Crowder Band’s Sometimes song. Wish there was a cool video, but no luck. Totally great song though.
It makes me think of my mom and heaven.
And naturally, well I think naturally, I’ve been a bit obsessed with heaven too. I’ve been thinking a lot about what heaven will be like. I have cried quite a bit wondering if she will know that I am her daughter. I know that’s silly because if she doesn’t know I’m her daughter, then I won’t know that she’s my mom. I know it’s the human in me, but it makes me sad. A lady on my PPA Facebook page wrote a few days ago, “I just told someone the other day that I miss being my mother’s daughter.” Nailed it. I miss being my mother’s daughter.
I didn’t have any life changing or ‘taken from a movie’ last words with my mom. I was blessed with an incredible week and morning with her though…feel so, so blessed to have had that time with her. I had literally just left the hospital & sat my purse down at home, when my cousin called me and told me she had collapsed. I grabbed my purse and drove like mad back to the hospital. I saw her as they rushed her out of her room, but she was out of it and literally just mumbling to herself. It would be what seemed like forever in the ICU waiting room and two very surreal encounters with her nurse and then a frantic doctor, before they let us see her and at that point I think she was already gone. So crazy.
I wonder what that moment is like when God says, “It’s time.” What was Mom thinking…Did she even think at all…Was there any hesitation…Did she think about my brother & me…Was she confused by His voice…Did she wonder who the voice was or just immediately know “This is my Father”…Was there even a voice at all…Was she scared or was there just peace…Was there an incredible soundtrack playing…Did she see her family…Was there the infamous ‘light’…Did she see His face? After listening to DCB’s Sometimes, maybe a million times now, I like to think He did talk to her in that moment. I like to think that she was torn about leaving us and maybe He whispered, “Don’t be afraid. Just set your sail…” Like, “It’s cool Sandra. This is going to be good.” And away she went. I know we’ll never know until it’s our time, but for the time being I can imagine and for today this 12×12 canvas was a source of encouragement to me. It so applies to life in general. “Don’t be afraid. Just set your sail and risk the ocean.” This is going to be worth it.
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