Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Someone grab the paddles......

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Been brewing a little blog post for the last few days.  This sleepy blog is probably not of any interest to anyone, but it has often times in the past been a place where I put all the thoughts I have swirling a safe place to land.  

But also for a place for those who have prayed and supported our love for Haiti and Haiti Orphan Project, I want to share some with you.

Honestly, I probably am still in somewhat of a fog.  I really have been trying to see exactly what just happened to me.  When I begin to think of every detail of this trip, tears just flood my eyes.  DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN?  So many times I had to ask myself during this extremely emotional and beautiful time in a country that I now love beyond words. 


My newest of dear friends, Nicole Halstead has written a wonderful narrative of our trip @ halsteadnicole.blogspot.com.  Please read every detail of her account of this far away land.


I will give you a little background:  To say that the last year and half was a hard year is probably a little bit of an understatement.  I won't share details because I wish to honor all those involved because it is  their story to tell as well.  


The last year and half included many challenges included a job loss, my face being broken by a football accident, betrayal of friends, new jobs, Greg's trip to Haiti, new diets(gluten, dairy, blah blah, blah free), and restoring of relationships. The final straw being that I saw Greg Vest lying on the floor in our small little cottage home, seeing him gasp for breath and wondering if I will ever laugh with him again.  


This is the first time I have ever really talked about it in such a fashion.  On January 2, 2013 at 5:30 in the morning our Elizabeth needed some cough medicine.  Greg went to go get her some and grabbed a bite of a granola bar out of the pantry. He came to me soon after and said that he felt like he was having an allergic reaction to the g-bar.  This was a granola bar that was tried and true in our home for some time and he has had it many times.  Greg is highly allergic to dairy products and has always been very mindful of his need to be conscious of any dairy intake.  Zero is too much.  But without going into too many details about allergic reactions, he went into anaphylactic shock right in front of my eyes.  He was unable to breath and the ambulance could not get here soon enough.  He was gasping for breath and I could see him drifting from me.  When the ambulance arrived, they tried to find a pulse. He was grey in color and I could see that he was at their mercy.  They finally got his blood pressure which was 40/60 or maybe the other way.  I still don't know.  All I know is that he was not responding and it seems that he was going before my eyes.  They had the paddles ready. They gave him an dose of Epinephrine and scooped him on to the stretcher.  The paramedic said to me "I believe he is going to be ok, but I am glad you called when you did."    My ash-skinned husband was lifted down the stairs and down the curb into this life-saving tank and we were wheeled to the hospital in a matter of minutes.  Within in a few hours, he was stabilized.  He was ordering lunch and cracking sweet jokes.  Reminding me to thank the paramedics(as if I would forget).  Bossing really, but completely alive with me.  


When alone after all this, I looked at the Lord and asked "Do we have to go through more or can we have a break?" "Just a minute to catch our breath, please."  "Can I just sit for a minute?"  "Are you really going to use all this for your good?"  "You promise?"  "PROMISE ME, YOU WILL!!!!"



Then weeks later I could begin to look forward to something that Greg had described as life changing.  He certainly was not the man I once knew when he entered this squeaky old house after journeying to a city called Gonaives, Haiti. But could I trust that something like that would happen to me?


I did try to steal my excitement for fear that there was a hype or maybe i would miss something because I get in the way of things from time to time.  I just didn't want to feel manipulated in any way or expect too much so I just guarded my heart as best I could.  

And then it happened, unexpectedly.  I walked on to the plane and saw this beautiful sea of brown faces. Boy, was I in for it.  All so pleasant and welcoming.  The most beautiful smiles I believe I have ever seen. My tears becoming a spectacle running down my face and I could hear them hit the floor.  A beautiful Haitian-American woman looked deeply at me and said "The Holy Spirit make you cry, no?" "I stopped in my tracks as all the other passengers waiting patiently behind me and I just stared at her.  She said "Oh you go to Haiti" "Holy Spirit getting you ready".   Stunned. Finally making it to my seat.  Poor fellas who had to sit by me, I just sat down and said to my friends Erin and Nicole, "Was she real?"  They assured that she was for sure real.  Stunned.




To say that I didn't stop crying the whole time I was there would be a bit of an exaggeration.  I did a whole lot of crying, yes.  But I also did a whole lot of laughing from the pit of my belly.  Singing from the top of my lungs and marveling at all that He did right before my very own eyes.  

Things like her:



 

Isn't she beautiful?  She is not only that,  she is bossy, sassy, contagious, and can she dance!!!She is a force!  Jesus knows her by name!  I am praying for this little darling every day. Apart of my heart came alive when I met this sweet face. Wasn't expecting it, but it did.  Kindof a sacred thing so I will just leave it at that. 


Then there was this:

 An unexpected invitation to a baptism in the sea.  I felt like we stepped out of the book of Acts.  My friend Nicole said she thought, as Southerner's would say, I was just gonna  "Fall out!"  I thought I was gonna fall out (said in my best Georgian accent talking out loud while typing).  If I wasn't gonna fall out at least I was gonna sit down by choice before I fainted at the sight in front of me.  

This picture does it no justice although it does depict something grand!   I was overcome by His presence. The thing about this is that while all this was going on, those in Heaven must have been trying to push their way to the front so they could get front row as to what was going on down here.  The sight was too much for this heart to contain.  

The sea was calm when they all entered, but as the last person stepped foot on dry ground, the wind picked up and to me it was if He was saying "Wasn't that glorious?"  "I love Saturday mornings like this!"

Then there at things like this:




For those of you who heard about Greg's trip with Haiti Orphan Project in July, you may know this little face. If not, this little one is the girl who's arm was burned after falling in the fire at her home.  Greg's trip was more of a medical focus than mine.  Those on Greg's trip cared for the community well into Saturday afternoon and were beginning to weary and run out of supplies.  They had treated many of those in the orphanage and those in the community and decided they had to shut it down for the day.   Then as they were closing the big iron red gates, this little one and her big brother stepped up to be next in line.  The gate almost closed on them when someone from the trip saw what had happened.  Greg's friend, Brandi trumped the decision to close the clinic unapologetically.  She brought them right over to Lindsey and Jonathan (nurse and doctor) for them to see what this little girl had endured.  Her armed had been severely burned from her hand to her elbow.  There was no way really that she would recover from such a thing at least with not without a scar on her beautiful brown skin.  They treated this child the best they could with a random burn kit that was thrown in the bag just in case, some songs and prayers. They had no idea what would come of this little one. 


But then when our friend Julie returned in October she went to see about this little one. And what did she find you ask?  She found a little beauty but second guessed that it could possibly be her because there was no mark or scar or memory of what she endured.  

She was completely healed of any signs or traces of event.  This was an amazing day I know for  Julie and all those on the trip from July.  So when the news arrived back at the Vest's home, we celebrated about what God had done.  We have told our girls this story over and over while they ask for specific details over and over again.  So I prayed that maybe I would get to see her while I was so close to her.  I got the courage to ask our interpreter Vulcy
if he would consider taking me to see her in the village right outside the orphanage. He obliged.  I asked my friend Travis to come too because he was with Greg in July.  He did not just agree to go, but he would have ran to go see her!  Walking through the village was an experience all in its own. ( Haiti Orphan Project has a wonderful video about the village if you want to see.)  

We entered into the tin roof gated home. Vulcy announced our arrival and they welcomed us with a kiss.  (let that sit on you for a minute because I was just taken by that)  She was there and I saw with my own eyes what the Lord had done that day!  She was beautiful and at peace.  Her sister was so grateful we came. The most fun of it all was that the little darling couldn't wait to plant a gigantic kiss right on Travis' lips!  He obliged as well! 

As if that wasn't enough for one person's day, mind you this is still Saturday, Travis and I walked through the village while little village boys ran with us, jumped on our backs, stared at us, laughed with us and skipped with us on our way back to the red gates of the orphanage.   I looked at Travis in disbelief.  Was this really happening? I think it did so much that I decided to share it with you as truth:)

Then there was the people:






No words to express how much I love them.  They are mighty!  They all came alive in their own gifted way while they played with beautiful children for countless hours.  


They skipped with a child on their shoulder, did the Bump, sang Justin Bieber, jumped roped or painted fingernails.  Some insisted we hold hands when we did anything :)

There might have been wild insects involved and some rescue of some sort.  Some argued over whether planets were twinkling or solid stars.  Some declared they wanted to just be "Mr. Nice Guy"!  Others mentioned things such as "Salt of the Earth".  An Easter Bunny was included.  Some met each other on the rooftops, gathered by the pool house for some more Prestige and talk of basketball. Some of us liked 80's music while others like Elvis. Some of us had stark white legs while others had a touch of sunkiss. 

We handed out countless beads that represented the goodness we saw in each other that day.  I watched grown men rock babies to sleep and I watched them tremble and weep.  I also heard grown men grumble over their feet hurting after the girls smoked them in heated game of volleyball.  I watched dainty little ladies dribble a soccer ball past their new Haitian loveys. 

Some heard roosters that may or may not have been there. Some were eaten alive by mosquitoes.  All of us laughed til we were losing our breath. Some left things in Haiti never to return. We were all alive in someway that we had never been before. And just days before some of us believed we were dead upon arrival or at least in some sort of heart failure.

Just days before someone very close to me told me that there was just no good in me going. No hope in change. Sad how wrong they were.


I believe that Jesus brought each of us there and met us face to face. 
He intended for each of us to board that white bus that may or may not have time to stop at a restroom upon request.  The bus that rolled by the life of a Haitian at a glimpse while we sang Willie Nelson, George Jones, Allison Krauss or sometimes Lionel Richie.  

Haiti is filled with darkness that our hearts are not in favor of confronting or looking at and Haiti is filled with far greater beauty than me as an American has settled way less for.  

Really how I would describe my trip is receiving CPR while I was awake, standing or sitting or rocking.  Every single moment, big or small, He used to breath life into parts of my heart that I did not believe could beat again.  He just took each valve and just blew life right in it as if it were a shofar and all I could do was cry.  

My belief in His faithfulness was restored after 5 long, heavy, weighty, lovely days in Haiti.  That is why He asked me to board that plane and that bus.  My heart was starting to fail and He was needing to do compressions on me.  

And as I rocked the Littles in my arms and sang to them, I can see now that He was rocking me too. Holding me and singing "Turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in His wonderful face, and the things on earth will grow strangely dim in the light of His wonder and grace." 

Every single thing that I experienced on the bus and off the bus was to give this weary girl rest, healing and to breathe life back into my heart. 

You think you go to Haiti so you can help them.  Naaaaa, they helped Him heal me.  

He did not forget me.  He has not forgotten Haiti. He is going about the business of restoring. There is so much hope there.  This is the faithfulness of our Father. He does not by any means forget who He loves.  He loves us.  










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Sunday, May 27, 2012

Happy birthday, Elizabeth

Sweet Thing,

You are asleep in your big girl bed as I write to you now.

 Just wanted to write a little something to you.

 Your favorite color - pink

 Your favorite sister - Carolina. You say her name so well.

 Your favorite food - fruit snacks

 Your favorite shows - Fresh Beat Band and Yo Gabba Gabba

 You are really good at writing. You hold your pencil just the right way.

 Daddy loves the way you run. You are crazy over him.

 You have the most beautiful smile I believe I have ever seen.

You have the highest pitch voice which makes everything sounds just a little bit more sweet.

 I love it how you sooth yourself by playing with your hair.

 I love it that you need to just touch my hair just one more time before you go off to sleep.

 I love it that when you are trying to convince us of something, you declare it and then whip your head to the right and say "okay"!!!! We all do it now in case you weren't aware of how contagious you are.









 You are a calming force in this home of " how does that make you feel " counselors including your feel every emotion sister:).

 You don't let us take ourselves too serious.

 You bring joy beyond words to our lives.

 I wouldn't say you are a morning person......

 You are sweet to your baby dolls.

 Sister belly laughs at you. Sissy admires you, looks out for you and minds you when you boss her.

 And you look to her to make sure everything is really ok in this world. 

You are lovely beyond words.

 Daddy always said that you are just dessert. We will tell you the whole story behind that when you get older, but for now I will keep it short. We never even knew to dream of a you. We thought it was going to be just the three of us and Lukey but then God blew life into me and again our lives have never been the same.

 Tomorrow you turn two, BabyDoll.   I cannot really say I have a baby anymore although you will always be my baby. I lub you, baby! You can always share lipstick and hairbrushes with me. 

Just want to pray a blessing over you my sweet child.

Dear Lord,

Thank you for Elizabeth Mae. She is mighty. She is lovely and I am grateful that she dwells in our midst. I see your goodness in her. Please keep all things that do not or will not glorify you away from this woman child. Make her a woman of strength and dignity. Please help her fall in love with you. Show her your ways. Let her be crazy over your Word. Help her to find you soon Lord. Make her sensitive to your voice and Spirit.  I pray Lord that we will have a love for one another that you adore. That we will forgive each other quick and laugh from the pit of our bellies. And if and when she does cry, she calls out to you and then calls me on the phone. Help me to see her. Help me to celebrate her beauty. Let Carolina and she love each other until long after i am gone. Bless her husband and make him wild over you. Use them to show others your love. Let babies come to her in just the right time.  Bless her beyond my words, Lord. You made her. You have a beautiful plan for her. Help me to never get in the way of it. Celebrate with us tomorrow! You are totally invited to her party too! Of course come and make yourself known here and every crevice of our lives.

 I am crazy over you Lord,
Elizabeth's Momma

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

2012 Jump Start!

This is where we started January 1, 2011. The Littles were really little.


Please forgive me for stealing this from Baby Bangs, a blog that I adore and follow. I just thought it would jump start my blogging again and help me to capture what happened in our last year.


1. What did you do in 2011 that you'd never done before?



Ran a half marathon.
My first marathon/mile 8
Lived with my in-laws while we waited to close on our house.
Went to grad school for my second Masters degree.
A massage on the beach.
Celebrated my three year old and my one year old daughter birthdays.



2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?


Greg and I set goals for 2011, but they weren't really resolutions.  


Our Welcome Sign When Arriving to Texas
Goals like:  
A trip outside of Missouri - Texas
Potty train - Carolina
Wean - Little Elizabeth
Decide where we were going to live - Jackson Street
Date nights
Etc. Etc. Etc.  
No resolutions, but directions. Make sense:)


Goals for this year are less specific:  Be more compassionate, forgive quicker, be intentional in other's lives, read the Bible in a year.
Jonah

3. Did anyone close to you give birth or get married?

My Besties had a baby - Noa

My other Besties had a baby girl- Brooklyn
My niece - Lindy gave birth to Norah Rose Lamper.
Our cousin - Sarah had baby Jonah Asher Greenstein.


Brooklyn
Noa
Jeff and Kathy Orr
My sister - Kathy married Jeff Orr.  Greg was their officiant.  It was just lovely!







4. Did anyone close to you die?



Grandma Jewel and Kay Rodgers passed in 2011.



5. What countries did you visit?


I got to visit Mexico two times this year. One just with my man and the other with my girls and my man.




6. What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?

2011 was one of my favorite years.  I hope 2012 brings Greg a job as a school counselor and that my counseling practice is fruitful.



7. What dates from 2011 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?




I love you, Greg Vest
November 8, 2011 - The day when my man came in the back door and told me that he lost his job.  I will never forget the look on his face. I am certainly glad our response to each other was love and tenderness.  It's one of those days that you think is going to be the end of your existence, however it began the beating of my man's heart.  He had been working construction for years. Probably the most educated construction worker I know, but he was doing it for me and for our little girls. That's how I could stay home.  I had actually prayed that the Lord would let him get a job elsewhere. I had prayed to that I would one day get to clean out his work clothes drawer that was filled with caulk, dirt and grim of other people's houses.  But looking back on it now, it was a drawer filled with manly work. A man that would sacrifice his own dreams for me.  A man that dreamed of more, but asked God everyday to lead his steps.  He was true to his family and he had his ear to ground asking God to show him when it was time.  So when I say that November 8 is etched on my mind, it's more than just losing a job. It's the day that my husband knew God had more for him.  It was the day we cleaned out his work drawer. It was the day he realized he could do his internship and begin the dream he had thought God had for him long ago.  November 8, 2011, that look on his face turned to joy.  Greg and I spent about 45 minutes afraid, but God suddenly turned it into joy.  He is so faithful.  Greg starts his internship on Monday at our daughter's elementary school.  He is also going to be working closely to one of our newest favorite people, Earl, in the middle school in our county.  I am certainly glad that I was the one he came home to that day and had to say the dreadful words of "I lost my job". I wouldn't miss this adventure with my man for anything in this world.

8. What was your biggest achievement for the year?



Ran a half marathon.  It really is mind over body.  I had an injury going in, but I talked myself through the run and ran all of it except for 1/2 a mile.  Amazing achievement.  Still can't believe it! 
My broken 

9. What was your biggest failure?

Speaking harshly to my children and husband.


10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

I broke my face on Thanksgiving day playing our annual football game.  

11. What was the best thing you bought?

Our sweet little Cape Cod house.

The girl's passports.

12. Where did most of your money go?

Our new old house.

13. What did you get really excited about?

Selling our house after a long lease purchase and buying our darling little home.



Anticipating my girls view on Mexico.

14. What song will always remind you of 2011?

Running to you - Shane and Shane


15. Compared to this time last year, are you:
-Happier or sadder?

Happier!  Can you believe it. Happier!  

-Thinner or fatter?

My goal for 2012 is to find balance here. I was at different times thinner and fatter than I needed to be in 2011. (Stole this, but feel it)

-Richer or poorer?

Little bit poorer, but only in money.

16. What do you wish you'd done more of?

Cook dinner for my family. 

17. What do you wish you'd done less of?

Hold grudges.

18. How did you spend Christmas?

We had planned a trip for our family to go to Mexico.  We were planning on going the week after Thanksgiving.  However, I broke my face so we had to postpone our trip for two weeks.  It was the week before Christmas week festivities. It was the greatest trip. Our girls had so much fun. Greg and I had so much fun.  It was weird to be in a tropical paradise hearing Felize Navida, but someone had to do it.  So we did.  

Our Christmas in Mexico


We had to miss Christmas with the Rodger family because we got into town late the evening of.  We love that Christmas celebration so much and hated to miss it, but the ocean was a little bit more tempting.  


Santa came to visit US:)
Santa made a visit to our home when we got back from Mexico.  It was a wonderful surprise.










On Christmas Eve, we went to Greg's family. It was so fun.  Our cousin Matt started doing these silly random poses which set in motion the human pyramid.  So fun!




Christmas Morning, we spent the morning in our new home with our Littles.  They had the best Christmas.  Every year I say we had the prettiest Christmas tree and again I think we did. It was so pretty.  It is weird I thought since Greg lost his job we would be lacking this Christmas.  However, it was the best Christmas I can ever remember.  We loved it very much. 
That evening we went to my sister's house and ate like king's.


Our Sweet Morning at Home on Christmas Day.








Our cousins, Neil, Sarah, Hannah and Jonah came from Philly the next day.  We spent the week around town and downtown.  


Carolina ice skating
Carolina also had her first trip the ice skating rink.  She was so brave and did so well for her first time.  
U2 with the McCain's


19. What was your favorite TV program?

We got rid of cable about a year and a half ago and use Netflix.  However, we did get into Breaking Bad, Sons of Anarchy and Downton Abbey.  

20. What were your favorite books of the year?

Halfbroke Horses, Hunger Games, the study of James.


21. What was your favorite music this year?

Shane and Shane, Coldplay and U2 ( saw them this year)

22. What were your favorite films of the year? 



The Help




23. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I turned 40 this year.  Greg and I went to Mexico to celebrate. We came home and on the day of my birthday, our small group surprised me at one of our favorite mexican restaurants. I heart these people.

24. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

Leaning on Jesus like never before.

25. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2011?

Classic with a splash of sassy. Sometimes boring, but sometimes cute!  


26. What kept you sane?

Burying my head in my Bible, sometimes sleeping with it.  Getting on my knees to pray.  Our Small Group and My Monday Ladyfriends!



27. What am I blown away by from 2011


Immediately after our friends and family received the text that Greg lost his job, they began to look around their house and see how they could give Greg work to do.  What an amazing life we have.  We are surrounded by the most loving and genuine people I know.  They were truly concerned.  Within the first 48 hours, we had a gift certificate for $150 to the grocery store and Greg had two side jobs on the books.  He got on at Fort Zumwalt as a substitute thanks to my sis.  Since then he has been busy helping others as they help us.  God has been faithful to us.  He is redeeming our life.  Our friends and family will be blessed for thinking of us during our time of need.  


Also, when I broke my face there was a tremendous out pouring of love for me and family.  We had people offer to pay our doctor bills, bring us food and bless us with sweet gifts like flowers and pedi's.  


Our life is rich. It is blessed and surrounded by God's people.  Amazed by His love and their love too.


Thank you friends and family for your deep love.  We will never ever forget it.




28.  Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2011.

I really really really can trust God. His Peace cannot be described.  He gives it to us in times of need.  He does not want us to fear. He is for us.  He knows our wounds. His grace is sufficient.



Us


So here is to 2012.  Love you friends and family.  Let's see what this year holds.  Hope it is the best for you.  If your year is filled with ups and downs like ours was this year, we hope we can love you, celebrate with you or cry with you.  Thank you from the bottom of our heart.  You are the finest of things.



Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Some Of The Sweetest Things I Have Ever Received.

So it's been four whole weeks since Greg and I turned to the key in the lock of this home on Jackson.  I will write soon about Part 2 and maybe 3, but today I am focused on something else.

Today, I got the courage to hang some pictures.  I have been a little tentative because I like thinking we just moved in.  There is an excitement about being in a new home.  There are excuses for not having your home in tip top shape when it's only been a month.  However, there is a tremendous peace that comes with the feeling of being in your home that you hope to be in for the rest of your days.

While piddling yesterday and today, I am rummaging through the boxes that are labeled decorations, good stuff or keep!  I truly am loving getting to these boxes.  Going through the box of sheets wasn't the most fun I have, but since it's apart of moving I tried to enjoy it as much as I could. Sorry, boring  side note.  I am excited that I am finally to these boxes.  Beds are made, clothes are in drawers, silverware is accessible and now to find a home for all the "Specials".  So being knee deep in these specials, I realized that I have gotten alot of sweet gifts through the years.  People pay attention to how you decorate right?  And people have paid attention to my style and have joined me in it.  Here are just a few and while writing this I forgot a few, but don't worry, they are in my special box:)

So this is a sweet gift from an old friend, Frank Victory.  He was aware of my love for antiques and he sanded and scraped and sanded and scraped this down to this little beauty.  She is an original potato bin. He found her in a barn/lean to building.

Love this line "When I saw it, I thought of you!"  What a great compliment.  When I saw this ole piece of junk that needs alot of work, I thought of you.  Now that will preach if you ask me.  It really does describe me:)  But I take that as a compliment.  I have had Mrs. Potato Bin for 17 years now.  She has held pots, pans, target bags, gloves and others in need of historic housing.

In this same picture, those beautiful picture frames.  Now, I do collect antique picture frames, but only after Greg's grandmother gave me my first two beautiful ornate picture frames that now display the beauty of my darling girls.  I love to find them at a reasonable price, but certainly understand when a store owner keeps the price a little steep. (But hoping they cut me a deal)

 My favorite for sure!  Thanks Grandma for knowing me.


These are my grandma Delores' dishes. I knew her when I was a girl.  My brother shared them with me a few years ago.  Love them.  I am still scratching my head wondering why he didn't want to keep them for himself (chuckle, love you Gene).

This little ole table came from my cousin, Sarah Greenstein.  It was her grandmother who lives in Pennsylvania I believe.  Sarah thought that I might enjoy it and she came home with me. Since then this little lady has been my diaper holder, book shelf and darling cold drink holder.  I adore her.  She's the type who has a little flaws, but you adore her for them.  She is mine now.  We love each other and she will be here at Jackson Street from now on.  Thank you, Sarah.  Also, Sarah just had a little boy!  His name is Jonah Asher.  What a name huh!  Cannot wait to kiss him.  He is a little brother to Hannah.  We miss you guys and hope we can see you soon.

This is my newest "Oh, that looks like Kim!" My mother in law was in a thrift store in south city and found this little sweetheart.  She gave it to me for my birthday.  I am trying her in every room and looking for the perfect place for her.  She is rickety, but wise if you will.  I am certain she will enjoying holding a few pictures on top of her back so she can have a sense of purpose in this world.  This is what she was made to do.  Her mission in life.  I will get you something soon, sugs!

And these.....ignore the dirt:)  I love milk glass.  I would love milk glass even in the shape of  a rat which I hate rats, but I do love milk glass.  But this little couple made it to my home a few years back.  They were given to me by my Aunt Mary.  She paid attention to how I adorn my home and she bought me these little beauties and an antique tea picture for my Christmas present one year.  I love them and use them daily.  I remember hearing her say "Thought it looked like you!".

Music to my ears.  Gifts that make my heart skip a beat.  I absolutely adore these things.  They are on my favorite list!

A honorable mention:  My uncle Mark refurbishes old antique radios.  And low and behold guess what I got.  You guessed it!  An antique radio straight from one of my favorite people's collection.

And my BFF, Cindy's grandmother gave me a chair that she felt would be perfect for my home.  (Rest in peace sweet chair)

There are others that I have missed and so I kindof feel like Coach Taylor/Kyle Chandler when winning an Emmy on Sunday for best Actor(best show ever Friday Night Lights).  When I post, I will kick myself for forgetting you.  So just know I will remember you!

I gotta get back to work hanging some pictures or maybe take a nap, but thanks for reading. It's been fun!  So if you ever see a leg of a broken down table, chair or a smelly, odd broken down old thing, think of me.  I love those types of things.  Poetically, it is a reflection of my heart at given times in my life.  But thankfully I have been loved in ways that have restored my brokenness.


Oh wait - see what I mean......

Enjoy your day. It's pretty here today.

Love to you all,
Kim