When I was in Pennsylvania the last time, I went into a little baby botique and saw the most adorable little hat ever. It was white with a big pink flower. I was absolutely smitten. I froze when I saw the price: $20.00 for something Zoe would only be able to wear a few more weeks. It took all of my willpower to put it back on the shelf. (And might I add that was not the only expensive thing in the store: little shirts were $40, shoes $50, just ridiculous.)
Then my sister Claudia and I were shopping at the mall and what do you know but I find a big pink flower! And on a clearance rack at that, for one single dollar. I bought it immediately. But I had no white hat. Big dilemna. I thought and thought and finally remembered a little pink hat that a cousin had given me. I tried the two together, and fell in love…
My husband thought the flower was waaaaayyyyy too big, and was rather embaressed about her “new” hat. Oh, but the first time I went to Wally World with the Big Pink Flower Hat, I had multitudes of women stop and comment about her hat. I actually had a pregnant woman (noticeably pregnant, I might add) literally running down one of the aisles after me, wondering where I got the darling hat! So, after that shining report on the Big Pink Flower Hat, Ben is now fine with me wearing it on Zoe.
And – the Big Pink Flower Hat itself…
Her eyelashes on this picture and the next one are too cute…
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And now, my fetish with old colored chairs…
in the garage (which is where everyone comes in down here in the south). This was was bought for $5 at a little antique store.
the back patio, with the newly planted flowers. And this one was found in the shed on our rental property – left here by previous renters. Can you say “free!”
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As I write these things, I am constantly reminded of the gift of life – physical life, yes, but also eternal Life. I was sobered and extremely heartbroken this morning to hear from one of my best friends – her father was in a bad accident last night and died today. But even sadder than that, as far as the family knows, he was not right with God. I’ve had family members that have died, but there has always been the hope of eternal life and knowing that I will see them again one day. And that brings so much comfort in the midst of the pain. But to know your own father rejected God?? It’s the worst grief possible…
So I have an unexpected trip to Ohio this weekend for a tragic funeral. I want to be there for my friend, but my heart breaks because I don’t know how to comfort in such a nightmare situation… Please say a prayer for the Miller family…
May you truly LIVE today!