Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Okay. So I said, just yesterday, that I wasn't going to blog every step of my kitchen. But Rob's been doing this Herculean effort and rocking my whole world. So. Forgive me.
And excuse the black furry entourage. They seem to follow me everywhere!!!
I don't have a stove. And hopefully, my shower that is coming right up will not be icy, and if it is, oh well, I have a floor and a new view. WOW!!!!