Time flies and boys grow...

So sorry for my bloggy absence...it's been an interesting time at my house, lately. The Hubs is still recovering from his shoulder surgery. He has okay days....and then he has pretty rough days. Today was one of them. He's resting now and I'm prayerful that his season of painful days will be coming to an end soon.

When my Dad reminded the Bubs earlier that tomorrow would be his last vacation day before the school year started, he was both excited and shocked. I think it snuck up on him....I know the feeling!

E-man gets taller everyday. He's able to get his hands on things that I'd previously thought were out of his reach. We all have to take extra care not to leave our drinks around or any of the t.v. remotes as he has a distinct fondness for snatching both!

My how time flies...and how little boys grow!

Sweet Shot Tuesday

The Bubs starts second grade next week. We're all as excited as he is...even if a little sad that time seems to be flying by. He's gotten even taller this summer and his feet seem to have tripled in size!

So whether your children are going to public, private or home school I wish you all a fabulous school year full of new discoveries and increased schemas (as my Dad tells his 1st graders).

After all, they can be a star wherever they are!

And, yes, my Dad tells his first grade class that, too.

Cause he's cool like that.

Thanks for stopping by! (The Hubs is having shoulder surgery today. Could you whisper a prayer?)

"Think and wonder, wonder and think." ~Dr. Seuss

I've done a lot of that over the years...haven't we all? Those moments of thinking and wondering about a dream that's rooted in our hearts.

What if?

How can I?

Oh, it would be wonderful if I could.....

When I was a little girl I'd dream of being a veterinarian or a teacher or (you guessed it) an artist. I'd tucked away the dream of being an artist in favor of pursuing more practical goals...y'know so I could make a living for myself. Girl's gotta eat...and buy pretty shoes! After Mom passed away last year, it really sank in how short life is. I kept thinking that I hadn't had enough time with her. There was so much more I wanted to talk with her about, laugh with her about, dream with her about.....

In my heart I think it was the Lord that led my Dad to suggest making a small studio for me when the Hubs and I were remodelling the kitchen. And so, the spark of my girlhood dream was rekindled. With my Hubby's encouragement, the flame began to burn brighter.

I began to allow myself the right to make that dream become reality. Tough thing for me to do.

However, I'm always inspired to reach further, create more and dream freely when I'm faced with the loving support of my family.

The art you see above this post is a glimpse of things to come and another step in my journey towards pursuing my dream of becoming an artist.

Anna K. Originals is getting a new look!

Sweet Shot Tuesday

Some local views and a little fun....

I couldn't get over how close this duck let me get to it. I think it was holding out for bread...









Love this house. *sigh*









Of course, we see a lot of these around here.

I couldn't resist snapping a photo of this! Cracked me up.

A big thank you for stopping by!

Pointing out the clouds...

I've found myself pointing out the clouds to the Bubs a lot lately. From the white, puffy cottonball kind to the dark and rain-filled...they've all been pointed out and discussed.

My mom used to, at random moments, point out the clouds to us. She'd ooh and ahh over the purple and orange stained ones in a stunning sunset or laugh at the kind that were so big and fluffy we couldn't help but look for silly shapes in them.

I remember thinking, on more than one occasion, "Momma, you're so silly."

Honey, I now know that Momma was anything but silly. Whenever she pointed out those cloud-strewn skies, we'd all lift our heads from our indiviual pursuits (some worries, too) and take in something wonderous together. Precious moments, those.

That's why I point out the clouds...even if the Bubs thinks I'm a little silly.

Ten Years~

Ten years of marriage.

120 months

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521 weeks

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3,650 days

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87, 658 hours

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5,259,487 minutes

Ten years of marriage to a man who is your best friend.

Shared laughter & tears

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Misunderstandings & makeups

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Holding hands & holding babies

No matter what comes our way, I never lose sight of the fact that I am a blessed woman...

I married you.

Happy Anniversary, My Love.

Sweet Shot Tuesday

We spent our Sunday afternoon at a couple of our favorite parks. We laughed, we chased, we took in some sights and, as usual, the camera captured it all....well, when I wasn't laughing and chasing after my guys!

Thanks for stopping by...and come back anytime!