Aria drew a lovely picture, don't you think? I love the lipstick and the mascara.
Miss Bug is a lovely artist, too! Of course, Granny loves her message. Little lambie.
I'm still marveling at the pine cone. I saw some pine cone print wallpaper on Pinterest. Want.
Bill and I went to the mall to walk today. It's so icy outside and easy to slip, so this seemed like a great option. It IS a great option! We walked for an hour (that's a lot for lazy me!) and there were so many shiny things to see. Yay!
I like window shopping more than actually BUYING things! Don't you LOVE the display at the tea shop?
The weather is grey today. Abnormal for Colorado. Soon I'll be galavanting over to Kelli's to stay with the girls for three days. The hardest part of this kind of granny fun is NOT the children. They are sweet and cuddly. It's the pets. They are very nice, very loyal, but they are needy and when I get up early in the morning to drink my coffee and clear the cobwebs from my brain, they all gather around me and stare. I can't let them outside too early because that would risk early morning habits that might inconvenience their master and mistress. Oh well.
Confession: I can't WAIT for Valentine candy! I love hearts and chocolate and FLOWERS!
Also, I adore the Easter candy. LOVE it!
I like thinking about Easter, even now.
Here is an excerpt from a favorite book by Calvin Miller titled The Singer:
(Jesus is speaking to Mary)
"MOTHER, I AM THE SINGER!" He
blurted out at once.
"I know," she said.
"I love the Father-Spirit more than life. He has sent me to the crowded ways to sing the Ancient Star-Song."
"I know," she said again. "I heard the Ancient Star-Song only once. It was the very night that you were born. And all these years, my son, I've known that you would come to board the shop someday. Can you sing the Star-Song yet?"
"I can," he answered back.
They neared a house and entered.
They shared a simple meal
and sat in silence. And the song, which they
alone of all the world did know, was lingering all around them in the air.
She had not heard its strains for thirty years but hungered for its music.
He had not sung it for an afternoon but longed to have its fluid meaning coursing through his soul.
Of course the song began.
Spring will come. It will.