The peony is my favorite flower. They have always held a special place
in my heart. For as long as I can remember, they've grown in my
childhood backyard. My mom has a plant from the house I was born in,
their current house - the house I grew up in - and a plant from my
Great-Grandma. As kids, we would watch in awe as the ants crawled over
the peony buds, almost willing them to open. It was a chore getting
those little suckers off once the flowers were ready to be cut and
brought into the house. But it was worth the effort.
My dad has always commented that the flowers smell like old lady perfume. Haha!
I still think of that when I bring the blooms up to my nose for a whiff
of Spring. They're such a romantic flower. I wanted them for my bridal
bouquet, but they had already stopped blooming by the time June 3rd
rolled around. So sad.
living was dreary for me when it came to flowers. No lilacs, tulips or
peonies. When we moved to our current house, I was …
I've had this song in my head for a few days now. I love Kim Walkers voice and the passion that she portrays in this song. McMillan did a wonderful job in writing this song, the lyrics are so profound and encouraging and...different (the "sloppy wet kiss" part makes me smile). I especially love the first part of this song...
He is jealous for me, Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree, Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy. When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory, And I realize just how beautiful You are, And how great Your affections are for me.
He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all
Yeah, He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves …
My husband celebrated his birthday on Wednesday. It was a very laid-back birthday (per his request). I didn't want his birthday to be boring and yet I wanted to respect his wishes. This year he bought his own present (something that he really wanted and only he could buy since I have no expertise in the world of hunting), so I knew gifts were going to be small and not *that* special.
I decided to go all out and make yummy food and treats and surprise him with those. I made cinnamon rolls the day before, hiding them in the refrigerator the next morning. The morning of his birthday, I snuck down, popped the chilled dough in the oven and made some coffee, sneaking back upstairs to get the baby up. The smell of them baking+the smell of the coffee brewing was intoxicating and a wonderful smell to wake up to. He was able to enjoy a hot roll right out of the oven with a cup of coffee before heading off to work. They were a yummy birthday treat and I think they were one of his favorite th…