So much has happened since my last post. In the words of Dickens, "It was the worst of times; it was the best of times." In the stress of dealing with good and bad, I lost the urge to blog and share. I lost the urge to write, but with school out and the computer on, I once again want to explore, read, write, create. I am not that good at it, but it is an outlet for me, and I feel like it does make me a healthier person.
I think my grandmother's death in December silenced me for a while. It was too traumatic and raw to even explore. She died suddenly the weekend before Christmas, and my children and I were visiting. My mother went to check on her and she was just gone. I am so thankful my babies didn't find the body, but my daughter, who is certified in CPR, did rush in and tried to revive her, as we waited for the paramedics. I want to protect her from the world, but when our world was falling apart, she stepped up and showed me the woman she will one day become.
It isn't all doom and gloom. In April, I married the Flatlander. He and I met April of 1993, so it seemed fitting to elope during our spring break. We had a beautiful outdoor ceremony in Tennessee, on a clear, warm day, next to a waterfall. It was simple, sweet, and just what he and I wanted. We were fortunate enough to have all four of our children with us, and we celebrated afterwards with laser tag. Well, they did. A long dress usually isn't the best attire for such activity.
Now, I am still using coconut oil at night as a face cream. I am still making my own detergent, and Paul and I are now thinking about making our own candles. No garden this year because of the lack of time, but I am still looking for new recipes to try. In fact, I am making a peach custard pie tonight. I found the recipe in Redbook, and I cannot wait to see the final product.
So, that is it for today. Do I dare try again tomorrow?