So I was up really, exceptionally late last night working on a project that I had put off to the last second. And for that reason I am really too tired to think about anything today. So I decided to just leave you all with a list of a few of my favorite things. Some you will care about, some you won't. Some will remind you of something you love. One or two you may think is dumb. I don't care. I love them all.
umm...duh. These are the only reason I have to get out of the bed after Christmas. The anticipation of that chocolate deliciousness is what I live for. Of course I love their large sized, cream filled older brother deeply too, but I had eaten all of those already and had none to photograph. And yes, this bag is empty. Don't judge me. You have no idea how long it took me to eat them or how long ago I bought this bag. It most certainly, definitely, without a doubt was not yesterday. Most certainly.
this is the table my daddy built for me. I begged him to do it, thought he blew me off, then got it for Christmas this year. I adore it. It's made of wood from an old house he tore down and the old beams that used to hold up the patio on the house they live in. Every time I look at it I think of my daddy. I like that feeling
This is the dying remains of a bounce dryer bar. Its almost used up and covered in lint, but I still love it. Even when I leave wet clothes in the washer just a little to long and they smell like they may or may not be a touch mildewey, everything comes out of the dryer smelling like a crisp linen, summer meadow, fresh rain (if only I really knew what any of those smelled like)
This is the quilt my grandmother made for me when I got married. It is king size and each individual square is hand quilted. No two squares are the same on the whole quilt. She got bursitis (sp?) in her elbow from all the sewing. I have informed my children that if they ever touch my Mamaw quilt they will be be victims of a homicide. If it ever ends up on top of a tent with cheeto one it or outside in the playhouse holding gravel or at the ballpark in the grass, it is over. Good-bye. Nice knowing ya'. I love it
This is a childrens book that my mama gave me last year. She wrote the most wonderful, motherly note inside of it and I cry every time I read it. It brings up all those maternal emotions and reflections on growing up and my babies growing up. It's gut wrenching and wonderful and beautiful causes me to miss my mommy.
What about you? Anything that's definitely on your "list to grab if the house is on fire" right after the kids, your purse, the box with all the paperwork stuff in it and the baby pictures? Do tell. I love to hear myself talk and all, but I also love to hear about you. Thanks for making me feel important :)