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I am now the proud auntie of both a nephew and a niece. That’s right—Miss Ella Mae made her debut this morning; and she’s 19.6 inches, 7.7 pounds of pure deliciousness.

Oh, Sweden, why must you be so far away?

You know, we tend to wrap these wee ones in a thick, woolen blanket of hopes and dreams—we want them to be happy and successful, full of peace and filled with laughter. Every moment, of every day.

But I think the best thing we can do, right from the start, is simply offer a prayer of thanks. To take a moment and truly celebrate.

So I hope you’ll join me in celebrating a new little someone to love. At some point during the day I hope you’ll eat your favorite food, sip your favorite beverage, play your favorite tunes. You might dance, you most definitely should laugh. You know, partake of the good stuff.

In that, we can say with authority, welcome to the world, sweet baby girl . . .


And I quote

In other words:




Wait, what just happened?

I fully intended to write at least one blog post this week. Truly, I did. But I blinked, and here we are. Perhaps this week’s quote contained some sort of subliminal message, You shall slack off, and not write a thing . . .

It’s the only plausible explanation, because I’ve really no excuse.

Except it’s hot. And smoky. Not to be confused with smokin’ hot, mind. As a matter of fact, the forecast on my phone explains it best, “Dreary.” Look out the window, go outside, and it’s just plain dreary. Hard to get motivated under such circumstances.

It is, however, the weekend. Two glorious days off. I plan to eat French chocolates, sip iced tea, and otherwise do as little as possible.

Before I continue on with my inactivity, however, I want to wish you good days ahead. May the sun shine on your face, may you breathe in fresh air, may those who surround you, be the best of them all  . . .

Happy weekend wishes, to you!


And I quote

In other words: choose the important



Don’t worry

{Soft cotton handmade hammock from Hang a Hammock}

One look at this hammock and Bob Marley starts singing . . . Don’t worry, about a thing, ’cause every little thing’s gonna be alright . . .

Do you hear it?

He’s singin,’ don’t worry, about a thing . . .

Which, by the way, I”m fairly certain would be easier to do whilst lounging about in this lovely hammock, sipping a cool beverage–with an umbrella–reading a good book.

That’s precisely the kind of weekend I’m wishing for you. A weekend free of cares, but full of the good stuff . . .

Laid back and happy, that’s how I hope the days ahead find you!