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 …
Looking back on my last post,
I'm overwhelmed with many emotions. It was the last post before our
world was turned upside down, before the cold weather hit hard, before
doctor visits became our norm. Before Halloween, Thanksgiving, my 30th
birthday, Christmas and New Years. Looking back at the title of that
post, I'm struck with how appropriate it was for the rest of the
year. I tried to blog a few times since October 13th. But I never got
to the point where I felt like I could publish. I had a million and one
thoughts constantly tumbling around in my tiny mind. Writing helped to
unload it, but just like it is with my trusty old dishwasher, there's
always dirty dishes to take the place of the clean ones and I found
myself overwhelmed and overcome with both good and bad...clean and
dirty. My brain has felt like mush since October. Add holidays, getting
sick, taking care of sickies, being the strong one, being the brave one,
being the hea…