A house of teenagers.

My sweet girlie, the one I was born to raise had her big day yesterday. She was up and dressed and ready for presents before 7 am and she was well celebrated. Her school went on a field trip to a landfill, not in her honor, but a field trip is cause for celebration, where ever you go! And she got the gift she was asking for.

So some 13 years later, I feel it. Those words ring: it goes so fast.

The little bundle in my arms is now almost as tall as me, wearing mascara, noticing everything and bringing her beautiful perspective to all we do.

I am blessed. And glad to be on this part of the adventure.

Oh Happy, Happy Birthday Madeline!

A short 16 years ago the first born of the next generation came along. My sister's first baby, Madeline was born.

She stole my heart away from anything but her sweet shape and face, her laugh, her being. And made me quite excited about the little one I was carrying.

I begged her mama to bring her to lunch over and over just so I could hold her and look at her beautiful smile.

I adore her today and celebrate this lovely, athletic, bright star in my world.

Happy Birthday Madeline!

Read. Read. Read.

It's been a while since I've read a book I wanted to read through the night. I'm so happy to be enjoying THE PARIS WIFE. McLain is a perfectly wonderful storyteller. I feel like I'm right there with Ernest and Hadley in Chicago. In St. Louis. And I can't wait to go where next we go.

I recommend it already.

What are you reading?