What an amazing way to bring communities together. I love 4th of july. What other holiday brings everyone together in one place by cities? Tons of people pushing strollers, carrying chairs and hanging out. I enjoy everything about it. The BBQs, the friends, the fireworks, the amazing american songs and the bold colors- red, white and blue. Every time I hear the national anthe, I cry. Every time soldiers are asked to stand and be recognized, I get choked up with gratitude. Thank you soldiers for making us safe. I am proud to be an American, where I know I'm free!!!!
I love to see things grow! Bethy and I had so much planting our garden and even more fun watching it come to fruition! Here's a little piece of what it looks like. Our squash are ready for picking and our beans are more than we can handle. I love picking fresh basil for a recipe. This is so much fun. Hopefully the water shortage won't effect it too much. They are regulating our water to 3 days a week! I pray it doesn't all die.
My heart is heavy for a couple of reasons. We had an amazing service today in church. Passover weekend. There was video with audio scripture of Jesus being tried and then death on a cross. Next week we celebrate HIS resurrection. This week however, I think about my heart and if I really am grateful for grace and the pain I put HIM through. I need grace in a big way. My prideful spirit gets me in trouble throughout my days and thoughts most of all.
It's interesting how much an encouraging word can go. For me, it lasts a long time. I have been working out a local gym for over a year now. They all have seen me at my very best- straight out of bed and in my gym clothes. They have also seen me at my highest weight in those clothes and hair! Not a pretty site!!! In the past 13 months, I have heard many encouraging words. It has gotten me to where I am today. The thing with these kind words is this... I cannot live on just one for a whole year. It seems that every time I step foot into the gym, I get a smile or "lookin' good" commment. It's amazing how that makes me soar. It puts an extra bounce in my step, it puts more energy into my workout and keeps me going each morning. I am so very thankful for those that speak out and tell me they see a difference. I know almost all those that have made a comment will not be reading this. I just want to encourage all of you, to take time and say a kind word to somebody. (I am thankful for those that don't even know me or my name, but will still take the time to say they have seen a diffence in me.) It goes miles!!! One day I will have the guts to put my before and hopefully soon after picture of me!Until then, I will keep going, working hard and relish in the compliments that get me to the next day.
Ok,so how many times can a mother hear those words? In the past 2 weeks, I have heard them more than ever. I promise, not a location goes by that I don't hear that comment. No, I don't really get that tired of it. People are friendly and usually ask about how tall his dad is. It brings on conversation with complete strangers. It's just funny. There's never a place that it isn't said.
Last week when putting on Tuck's socks, I noticed he had sores on the top of his foot. That could only mean one thing with him. His shoes are too small and he hasn't said a thing. So, we went to payless to try on shoes. They don't sell 1/2 sizes anymore apparently. Not one shoe we tried on had a 1/2 size. The 11s were way too small, so Tuck's in a size 12 shoe!!! Bethy who is 5 years old, is in a 12 1/2. Apparently, girl shoes still come in 1/2 sizes. Crazy!!