Currently, this is the make-up of our home. . . Meadow:  Pink-Eye, Cold Charlie:  Ear Infection, Cold Chanelle:  Cold Summer:  Cold and Fever Chad:  Cold Merry Christmas to us, right?  I don’t doubt that this is the makeup of many, many homes right now.  Despite the sickness that has invaded our home I couldn’t help […]

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  • Lissa Forbes - December 24, 2012 - 10:17 pm

    So sorry you're all sick, Summer. I guess it's cause for a slow down to spend together. Thanks for sharing your holiday adventures. Merry Christmas!ReplyCancel

Because the years gone by mean nothing. . . Because the miles that separate us don’t matter. . . Because different life directions are only details. . . Because I’m a believer that when you love someone. . . you ought to let them know. ************ While most are finishing up last minute Christmas shopping […]

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  • Anonymous - December 22, 2012 - 2:15 pm

    oh, friend. you've done it again! outdone yourself with even better words and such sweetness. : ) love you!! can't wait to see you soon and hug you in person. Love you Roomie/Sumo!! you're awesome. best.gift.ever. ReplyCancel

Hello, my name is Summer and I love to color.  There, I said it.  I’m 34 years old and I still get excited about cracking open a box of Crayola crayons and breathing in the aroma given off by the rainbow shades.  I should probably be beyond this stage, right?  Past the stage of selecting […]

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  • Evie - December 21, 2012 - 4:49 pm

    Sometimes I tell myself to smile, nod and wear beige. Too often actually! I can definitely relate to what you are saying. Oh and btw…I love to color too. Color outside the lines this weekend!!ReplyCancel

  • Iris Took - December 21, 2012 - 8:37 pm

    I love to color with kids – they have so much fun with it and I get obsessed with it looking perfect. BLAH! Just have fun! A good lesson to learn from the young. ReplyCancel

Beauty is an internal light, a spiritual radiance that all women have but most women hide, unconsciously, denying its existence.  What we do not claim remains invisible. –Marianne Williamson I believe this.  With all my heart. . . I believe it. Have a great Wednesday, Friends. 

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  • Anonymous - December 19, 2012 - 6:14 pm

    So so true, my friend! (and what a beautiful photo!)

    ~JoEllenReplyCancel

I ran through tears this weekend.  After pulling on my shoes and stepping into the crisp air, I allowed myself to feel it.  Feel the weight of the tragedy of Friday.  While my feet pounded the pavement and sweat poured over my forehead, tears dripped from my eyes.  Along with an entire nation my heart […]

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  • woopig - December 17, 2012 - 2:26 pm

    We pretty much did the same thing this weekend, watching only sports and "safe" shows. Even though my kids are older than yours, my husband and I refrained from talking about Friday in front of them. This morning though I decided to talk to our youngest about it (he's 13) before he headed off to school. I wanted him to hear just the bare facts from me before he heard about the events in the the school's hallways or from his teachers. Even to a 13-year-old it was sobering. It's grey and overcast here in AR. this morning, as though all of Creation is mourning. I so hope that we can all learn something from this and heal.

    —KatieReplyCancel

  • Morven R. Baker - December 17, 2012 - 5:55 pm

    Beautifully said, my dear. Hug those little ones. M xoReplyCancel

  • Jen Wiles - December 17, 2012 - 7:14 pm

    Wonderfully written from the heart… thanks for sharing!ReplyCancel

  • Anonymous - December 17, 2012 - 7:34 pm

    Beautiful, Summer. Thank you for sharing your thoughts that match some of mine so well… katReplyCancel

  • Ky • twopretzels.com - December 17, 2012 - 8:44 pm

    I turned my back on the media this weekend, as well. No news. No online reading. Nope. We need none of that. I know that if I see those babies' faces… well, I know that I can't go there.

    I have read the names, though. I have read the names of the children and adults who lost their lives. And I will again. And I will lift them up in prayer again. But I cannot, at this point, bear to look at their faces.

    Sigh.

    No words.ReplyCancel