i lasted as long as i could

i tried to make the best out of it, i really did.  i tried to put on a happy face and enjoy the sound of the rain, the coziness, playing in the snow, making apple pie, the fireplace, and hot cocoa to warm my hands.




but, it's noon as i write this...and dark.  DARK.  dark enough to need a lamp to see my keyboard. 
i'm jonesin' for some warm sunlight like a crack whore (that's right, a crack whore!).  so, even if mother nature isn't ready for spring, i am!  even if it's only inside my house...

things to come

all the rain we got this weekend really has me excited!  not so much for the rain itself, but for what it will bring us come spring.
 


I love, love Spring - the planting, the sprouting, the green hills and blue skies!


it's definitely time to decide what (in addition to our peaches, and the mandatory tomatoes) we'll be growing this year!

my momma's soup

on a recent car ride:

me: "punky, you have to stay my baby forever ok?"

him: "until i'm 13, ok?"

me: "13?!?!?  that's only 5 more years!"

him: "ok, 15."

me: (sad face and puppy dog eyes)

him: "fine, 100!"

me: "i'll take that deal.  i'll be very, very old by then, baby!"

him: "i'll make you soup.  lots of kinds of warm soup!"

me: i smile, and tell him that the last thing my grandfather ate before he passed away was my homemade french onion soup.  he loved it.

him: "well, right before you pass away, i'm gonna make you a special soup called "my momma's soup."

me: "what does it have in it?"

him: "my special tomato sauce, bay leaf, celery, carrots, green beans, and peas."

i scribble the recipe down on a nearby napkin and try desperately to hide the big ol' alligator tears that are welling up in my eyes as i try to imagine the day when our roles are reversed. when this boy - who forgets  that he's old enough to tie his own shoes, fall asleep without my presence, or serve himself a snack - is the one tying my shoes, making me feel safe and serving me a snack.

this weekend, i loved...

friday night date night with my punkin'.



discovering something new about a very familiar place.



the reckless abandon with which my punk lives life, with complete disregard for the strangers watching.  we should all be so free.






cupcakes that are not just beautiful on the outside!


unexpected messages when ineeded one most.