Happy Housiversary

 

May 1st was my 1st happy housiversary. What a year! 

So many home projects (thanks to my dad) with renovations from farmhouse to shabby chic, painting, painting, and more painting, to new carpet, personalizing, crystal chandeliers, and this home is now such a reflection of me. 

I enjoy being comfortable, having what I need, all I want, and being happy and content. 

My home is my oasis. 

My Heart in Bloom

 

Dinner with Brooke last night, breakfast with Mariah tomorrow morning, and a weekend full of wedding events I am responsible for. I'm so grateful my energy level is finally coming back. 

Know how to refresh.

Know what you need... and give yourself grace.

To heal and refresh, I've always needed to be home. White noise shut down, sometimes I need the silence, sometimes I need music filling my home, and these natural wooden floors carry the tunes. If the sun is shining, I need to sit on my deck and feel the sun's energy warm me. When my home is clean and tidy, my balance is regained.

Only you know what you need and when you need it. 

When my girls were young and at home, that's when I learned to love flowers. My yard was the only place that was quiet I could lose myself in, while being at home for them. As flowers were planted, and I learned what I found to be beautiful, our yard became an oasis. 

I love flowers and I appreciate their beauty. I buy potted flowers, so I can plant them when the season is over and they come back year after year. My trees are blooming with flowers, my rose bushes are coming back to life, and tiny leaves are filling what will turn into lovely hydrangea bushes with heavy flowers. 

Spring is here. 

My life is filled with a beautiful complement of my babies, my girls, family, work, balance, and with all that in place... my heart is in bloom, too. 

 

Opened Windows

 

It's been one week since I've come out of quarantine and today is my first day off. Make that two, I have two much needed days off. 

The sun is shining and my windows are open. The birds are singing so pretty, I only want to hear their music. 

The grass is green and soft, the trees in flowery bloom, so is my heart. 

I want a lazy day today. 

Unrushed. 

I want to stroll through flower gardens and see what catches my eye and make it a part of my home. You see, I am ready to bask in the sun on my deck, to float in my pool with fingertips making soft ripples on top of the water, and I long for warm patio nights. 

Today, I refresh in my kind of way. 

Unspeakable Joy

 

COVID was horrible, but the day finally came where I met my granddaughter, Claire.

There is something powerful and God-given when it comes to maternal instinct. Hugging my babies that I missed so much, I hugged my daughter, then reached for my new granddaughter. It's hard to see through tears, but I can still feel her warm little body as I pulled her in my arms, felt her velvety soft skin, the fuzzy top of her head, and breathed in her baby scent.

Perfectly, wonderfully, fearfully, and beautifully made, it was the most natural thing in the world to have her in my arms. It is unspeakable joy to have my grandbabies fill my arms and I was in Grandmomma heaven surrounded by my littlest loves.

Little Rowan called me "Grandma" for the 1st time, too. 

Claire Amelia

 

Welcome to the world my beautiful granddaughter, Claire Amelia.

At a healthy 9 lbs. 6.6 oz. with blond hair, she is a little beauty and I simply cannot wait to feel her in my arms, breathe in her baby scent, and get to know her. 

She has a big sister, Sofia, who has waited as patiently as a 3 year old can for 9 months, and has called her a girl from the beginning, who I am overjoyed gets to meet her sister today. She will be a little mother hen. I'm excited to see what Rowan thinks of her, too. 

Welcome to the world, my beautiful granddaughter, you are loved beyond measure. 

Baby Induction Day

 

I just received a photo of my daughter smiling in her gown, ready for induction. I'm in happy tears to see her smiling versus the middle of the night race to the hospital in hard labor.

This momma has been praying for nine months. Well, really her whole life and regardless if she's 25 years old, married, and about to deliver her 3rd baby, she is still my baby, first. 

Yesterday, I tested positive for covid and it was the first time since I can remember where I just cried. Sure, I've had emotional tears, but full fall apart, that's been a long time. The timing couldn't be worse, the nurses felt awful, and allowed me my moment.

I may be in quarantine and of no help my grandbabies right now, but I do have the power of prayer, and believe me, this [Grand]momma is praying!

A Happy Easter

 

I always like to change things up and instead of Easter baskets, I made Easter bags with energy protein balls and chocolate covered cookies. For my girls... I gave them each this pretty Easter pillow to add to their décor collection. My grandbabies, I did this upside down umbrella filled with things.  

It's so good to have my parents home from their winter in Florida and family together, because I have a grandbaby about to arrive...

... and happy grandbabies and naptime snuggles are mine.