It’s that time again and welcome to Fabulous Friday!
I have to admit that I thought this week would never end. It’s been a long, stressful, tiring week. My mom has been sick and in the hospital and I don’t think I started to relax until Thursday. My creative juices were non-existent as I drove most of the week into the office without the radio, barely noticing the beauty of the bluebonnets. But I did think a lot of thinking about things from my childhood and I did some very earnest praying AND there are some blessings sprinkled here and there when I look over the week.
This past weekend, I started my herb garden and potted some plants on my patio. Sitting on my patio is one of my favorite things to do and I love it when I get to wash away all of winter and spruce it for spring! I planted a sweet mint, peppermint, spearmint, Italian basil, sweet basil, cilantro and some various peppers. You may be wondering what all those mints are for…they are for some fruity drinks I’m going to mix up in the coming months as the Texas weather heats up! Seeing my little plants grow makes me smile…really big!
I also tried my hand at some new things. I couldn’t resist the chocolate dipped Peeps I found on Pinterest. These don’t look as beautiful as the ones on there… and me and my husband did learn some things that we will do differently next time. Best of all was sharing with them with the family on Easter Sunday. They were so impressed! And they were delicious!
The first flowers to arrive in my mom’s hospital room were from my friend, JR. JR is a joy in himself. He’s very witty and he’s one of those people that can always think of something to say…which makes everyone laugh (and sometimes gasp). I even got my mom to smile while I snapped a picture with my phone. His card to her said something along the lines of “I heard your room needed some beauty for a speedy recovery and since I couldn’t be there, I’m sending these.” Mission accomplished, JR!
One night this week I went over to my parent’s house to pick up somethings my mom needed at the hospital. My dad was folding laundry and I sat to talk with him for a minute. He was sorting his socks and handkerchiefs and throwing out some of the worn out socks. When he pitched an old handkerchief in the trash pile, I asked him if I could have it. He didn’t know why I would want an old wore out handkerchief and I didn’t tell him that I wanted it because it was HIS. I tucked the clean hanky in my purse and brought it home. With all that has happened this week, I have been thinking over my childhood and remembering things. My sense of well being, of being loved, of family has been my strength this week. And while it seems sort of sad, it is joyous to me. It is peaceful within.
So there’s my week. Good comes in all different sizes, doesn’t it? I hope you had some moments of gratitude and bliss that touched your soul this week. Feel free to share yours in my comment section.
Happy Friday Friends!