Dear Spring: Please Hurry Up!

I just wanted to let everyone know that I just saw the first robin of Spring.  Yep.  Right out my backdoor.  

Big deal?  No, it really is.  Lemme explain....

Since I was a little girl, my mama always made a huge deal about the first robin she'd see.  Over the years it became almost a competition to see the first robin.  Mama always said you need something to look forward to; the first robin of Spring gets you through February and March with the promise of April.  It was one of those many very cool things about my childhood for which I'll always be thankful - that robin today stopped me in my tracks, brought a smile to my face, and made me think about opening the windows.  Of course, it's about 45 degrees here right now, and my feet are cold.  But the robin brought Spring as surely as anything could.  Suddenly I was four years old.  And I may have texted my mama to let her know that I won this year. 

The Power of Prayer

Around here, we strongly believe in the power of prayer.  We've seen not one but several friends and family members cured of cancer after intense prayers were offered on their behalf.  We've been spared from certain heartache by seeking the will of the Lord, and we know that our hope for a child is really a prayer that we offer day in and day out.  I credit my own existence not to drugs and doctors, but to my parents' determination and certain prayer.  We've seen friends and family members brought to the Lord because of the prayers of their family, trials overcome, and medical situations resolved positively.  We pray.  A lot.  

While working on the Baileys Basics shop promotional stuff, I stumbled upon a site dedicated to helping a family deal with the diagnosis of a  second (seriously -- a second) child with cancer.  It's a project, really - one that offers letters of support and prayer to a family reeling from the prospect of losing a second child.  The project is a secret, so don't spill the beans.  But please, please, take a few minutes out of your crazy busy, hectic but healthy day and hit your knees for this family. Write them a letter, build their hope.  You'll find the button for this project on the right side of my blog for as long as the project is in process.  Build Hope, and offer this family your support and prayers!

I Love Those Thursday Nights

I do. I love Thursdays. I love it for Earl, and The Office. I even like 30 Rock. I can tolerate Kath & Kim. But I dearly love ER. I will miss it when it's gone.

Brian and I watch entirely too much TV. I blame it on the fact that so many of our really cool, really memorable, shared childhood memories involve TV or cartoons. Granted, he only had 1 channel and my parents didn't let me totally rot my brain, but we both remember scheduling our Friday nights around The Dukes of Hazzard. Usually, however, we're both doing something computer-related while the TV's on, or I'm reading during commercials (or during particularly boring episodes of something Hitler-related on the History channel). Or I'm crochetting or working on stuff for my shop. However, on Thursday nights, we watch. Sure, I still read during commercials and Brian still browses about 30,000,000 bulletin boards. But from 8-11, here we are. I'd like to feel bad about that, but I don't. I do, however, feel horrible that ER is ending; what are we going to do for entertainment after 30 Rock?!