The Story of My Life

Thank you, Dear God, for the beauty of creation, for the richness of days lived with love,and for the many blessings you give us each day... for we sometimes fail to even notice. Help us, Dear God, to be more aware of nature's bounties, to be more generous with our love each day that passes , to be more thankful for our treasures and to be more observant to notice your grace. (This awesome Blessing was the view right outside my front window, right passed the screen of my computer.....that I almost dismissed. As my busy weekend came to a close, it was my pleasure to Thank God for my life, my family, my health and the full moon over me.)

Long before I was an Idol fan, this song has been one of my favorites. I am so pleased they included this not once, but twice, on my favorite show. Carly and David make it GREAT. Can't wait until tonight although I do not like Mariah..... Should be interesting.

E agerly anticipating spring A waiting a time of celebration S pending time with family, chasing brightly colored eggs T racing Christ's journey to the Cross which Ends in glorious Resurrection

We had a busy and nice weekend at our house. My son, Mr. Social, had a friend to spend the night Friday night, had Tae Kwon Do and baseball on Saturday, went to another friend's house Saturday night and had a friend over Sunday afternoon. I will never see him when he is a teenager. I asked him why he was so popular. He said because he was cool! It was FREEZING Saturday and a rather nice SPRINGY day yesterday. Baby girl posed in her new spring, Easter bonnet at the park yesterday. Sally had a friend over and went to another one's house too. She loves Sunday School but thinks her brother should not be allowed to go because he gets to go to school. He gladly said he would trade with her and SHE could go to school. I told Sally that we would go to the public library today and get new books. She was all excited until I got to the part where we had to keep the books for awhile in a special library book bag so as not to get them mixed up with our own books because we had to return the...