As I’m sure you are all aware – yesterday was Mother’s Day. Like many other son’s and daughter’s, we scheduled our day around visiting with Ryan’s mom and my mom. I consider myself very blessed to have such a wonderful mother!

When I was growing up, I was a brainiac (always had my nose in my books), actively involved in many extra curricula’s and quite busy with 4-H. All of which my mom took a role in helping me with. Mom and Dad both always encouraged me to educate myself and to challenge myself to learn more. It’s why I loved school! Learning is fun to me and I’m really quite good at it…. I think I got those smarty pants genes from my parents.

In 4-H I always was working on art projects – sketching, photography, clay, etc. When I was younger I often would find myself frustrated because my mom was a very realistic critic. My projects always need some more refinement, some more work, there was always something more I should do to improve them. At the time it was hard because I felt like my projects were never good enough, but now I see that my mom was just pushing me to improve myself and preparing for the harsh world of criticism that often exists in the art world. Her constant encouragement and support has enabled me to make it where I am today. To be able to keep moving forward and trusting in myself to reach that next level of artistry and skill.

So even though I said this yesterday I’ll say it again… Happy Mother’s Day mom! I love you more than you know!

Happy Belated Mother’s Day to all the other mom’s out there too! And have a magnificent Monday!

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As I was driving home from the store last night, I had my car windows down and Ingrid Michaelson on my radio. The song “Die Alone” came on the radio and I began to feel the crisp chilly air whipping through the window. I caught myself breathing it in… big, deep inhales… letting the coolness fill up every corner of my body and slowly releasing it along with all my tension and stress. Had I not been driving I most likely would have closed my eyes and just sat quietly, reveling in the peace that filled me.

I love nights like this. It’s probably why I love fall so much. I love cool breezes. I love the sensation I get when a chilly breeze hits me… the way it seems to pass right through me and chill me to my core. It’s the type of feeling that makes you feel like bundling up in comfy sweaters or cuddling on the couch enveloped in a warm fuzzy blanket. I love feeling as though my oversized sweater and fuzzy blanket are hugging me with warmth. It’s such a friendly, happy feeling to me.

But the other reason I love the chill breeze it because of the things it reminds me. To be chilled so deeply to have it penetrate me clean through reminds me that I am only human, that I am fragile, and that there are far bigger and greater things at work in the world than me. It cleanses me of my worries (if only for a moment) because I’ve been reminded that there is someone watching out for me. Someone who has a plan for me. Someone who knows what’s best for me. And it helps me to be at peace with my current situation, whatever that may be. It helps me remember that I am loved by someone who knows me much better than I know myself… And that is a comforting thought.

I hope you all are having a Fine Friday and that you have a wonderful weekend! Enjoy yourself and spend some time with those you love!

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