1. {Bed-head and a daddy who loves her}
2. {Sorry games on Sunday nights. }
It’s becoming tradition.
3. {Giveaway}
Some of you were asking what all was included in the giveaway package.
At the time, I didn’t know. 
I took a few pictures before the package was sent out.
4. {Food Food Food!}
{Quiche}
Tomato, Feta, & Spinach Quiche, to be exact.
All credit goes to my friend Rochelle, who made it, and I declared it THE best quiche I’ve ever had.
I’ve only made it like, three times, within the past week.
I must remember not to over-do it.
{Crusty Bread}
All credit goes to my friend Shelly, who served it to me in the first place.
Making bread sort of scares me, so it took me a few months to muster up the courage to try it.
And when I did, I made this recipe 4 times within a week.
Twice for other people, I have to add that in.
I’m having great fun cooking these days. Which is saying a lot!
{Coffee with Whip}
It takes a home-brew to a whole new level. It’s the little things.
5. {New light}
For the kitchen.
Free. Which is always better than cheap.
A bit of a spray paint job over the hunter green, and now it’s a silver.
Almost exactly as i wanted, but just didn’t want to buy.
I love my husband’s remodel jobs.
6. {First Blossoms}
Simple things delight me.
Especially when they smell divine.
7. {Spring-ish Winter-ish Mantel}
chalkboard sign inspired by Pinterest
8. {Baby Gifts}
Not for me, for my friends.
The swaddling blankets are my fave,
I make the burp cloths and diaper clutch for My Faire Lady.
9. {Blanket and Mattress Forts}
It makes a disaster, this is true.
But their imaginations can go for it all day long, and it’s worth it.
For a day.
10. {My little son, at 9 months}
Sometimes blogging seems so… trivial and shallow.
After my friend Ruth died, I wondered if I could ever blog again.
How could life ever be the same, when part of me died too?
And the answer, I’m finding, is that life will not ever be the same.
The pain of losing such a treasured friend will always be there.
And yet the legacy of her life, the way in which she lived,
continues to inspire me.
I want to live, and live well.
I want to treasure my days,
to love my family and friends,
to not take a single minute for granted.
And surprisingly, my little blog has been one way for me to do that.
To stop and remember the things that are precious and good,
to honor my God,
to give thanks for the things I’ve been given,
this life I’ve been given,
even when I ache daily with the loss of Ruth.
I find it’s often those little things in a week that make it special.
That phone call, that rainy day at home,
that special little comment from your daughter,
that late-night talk with your husband…
What’s made it special for you?
~ clarita
