It is 9:00 A.M. and I have been up and not quite at 'em for an hour and a half. If I don't arise carefully, I would bonk my head on the corner of this little cabinet by the bed; our little boudoir is very small, but charming. I opened the curtain to see the sun shining through the dew on the window. Actually, it was condensation on the inside of the window, which makes a moldy mess at the bottom if I don't keep it clean. Someday, maybe we'll have double paned windows in here and we won't feel cold and we won't have water dripping down into the sill. But HEY! I am thankful that we do have this little old house. Last night as I settled in, I was almost overcome by a feeling of gratefulness for our bed, our room, our house, our heater (even though it vibrates this whole part of the house), our family, our friends, our neighbors (sometimes that's a tough one), aaaand even our town. Last week I had a few very negative days. I probably could've blamed it all on the hormoanies. But let's speak the truth here. It was grey and gloomy and rainy and flippin cold outside and my man was still giving his time and energy to the remodel job at our church. So, I was a grump. Ungrateful, selfish, pouty, fat, unloving and having 2 mochas days. I even expressed my disdain for the way things were in my pretty little French diary; the place that was supposed to be my special book in which to express beauty, the desire, the yearning for the perfect, gorgeous beauty that I see in my mental heart. Ohhhh, but now there is a bit of a scathing entry that reveals the brutal honesty that burst through the gold lining of my pretty little pretend (OH, But I Want it To Be REAL) world!

So, that was last week and now it is Wednesday morning, nearing the end of October. My man has dedicated himself to working on the back of our house this week. God has brought the sun back to us and the ground is drying. God has also put a great dose of His love in my heart that covers all the ugly that was there a few days ago. And I am back on track with my taking care of myself plan. But i do need help; i am vulnerable, i am weak. My chances of stumbling and bumbling are as great as bonking my head on the little bedside cabinet! Recently, my little grandgirl patted my belly and asked "Do you have a baby?" I giggled with pain and told her that no, that is Grammy's fat tummy. Like the sun that pours through my window this morning, I need the assurance that soon my body will be as it was designed to be. And now, there are things to do; a great deal of tidying up, so I better "get a move on" as my Mom would say. ( :

Whew! It's Monday, and for some of you, the week gets harder because you have little ones to mother while the Daddys are off working somewhere. I'm writing about Saturday while I recover from just plain old bein' a Grammy of 4 busy little Wonders! When our son Jonathan called last week to ask if could come over on Saturday to help Dad work on the house, I said, "naaah". Just kidding. My switch knocked into Excited mode! "OF COURSE!!!", I exclaimed! So the crew arrived at 10:30, happy, adorable and ready to either work (daddy), rest (mommy), eat a snack (Autumn, whohasabottomlesstummy), run and play (Grace and Josiah). At one point I actually had the energy to push the girls around in the backyard, which is sloped, in our wheel barrow. That lasted for 5 minutes, then it was my red haired boy's turn to do the rides! He is so good with his nieces and nephews, so his "job" was to just hang out with them and have fun. Jonathan and Hubby worked on the back of the house, replacing ruined wood from the bad storms we had recently. After awhile, all the kids and Tara (my Daughter-in-love) and Ryan and I went next door to pick apples from the neighbor's humungous tree (their invitation to us was MUCH appreciated). That was such a fun experience! Later, Tara piled some of the apples into my red pitcher and went out back to take photos with my Nikon while I was whipping up a batch of chocolate chip cookies, because hubby said it felt like a chocolate chip cookie day. At the same time, Grace was begging me to take her to the store to buy some Yogrit. I had said I would, but had to bite my words because my decent shoes were in my room where Andrew was now sound asleep and there's NO WAY I was going to the store wearing my crummy green Crocs!!! At least Grace agreed the Crocs didn't look very nice and after awhile she gave up on the Yogrit. The cookies helped. I stepped outside for a bit to snap photos of the kids and the fuzzy things on a bush. They're very intriguing but I'm too lazy to find out what kind of bush it is. It's been there for forever. I love pretty things like that bush, suprising me and causing me to look closer and enjoy life right where I am, right where I live! "...everything that makes a life worth living flows from the heart. Intimacy, romance, love. Adventure and meaning and purpose. Courage and sacrifice and joy..." John Eldredge, Desire 

 Isn't the lake calming? It's a beautiful place; a photographer's dream, except this particular photographer preFERS the ocean. But, God says NO to that. So, the lake is Door Number Two. Anyway, I was informed that we will now have to pay to get to enjoy this spot. Oh well. Money is being sucked out of us from all directions. Who knows what they're doing with the taxes we pay to take care of these "parks"!

Life is interesting. and that's just the beginning. I've been going to a Bowenwork therapist and she really worked on me yesterday. The moves/work is working, but the embarassing part is that it helps the nervous system, which means you cry. I'm lying there on the massage bed and tears are rolling from my eyes...non-stop. I have to tell myself not to sob 'cuz then my belly will wobble and I might fall off that skinny bed. The therapist gal assures me, and apparently everyone else, this IS normal. Well, goody. I need results and I'm getting results. I'm cleaning out in more ways than one. This really is a blessing and in spite of the fact that she could tell right away that I came in agitated, I am comfortable with having my body go through what is necessary in order to learn how to heal. By the time she worked her God-given magic (no weird, hokey stuff), I felt good and relaxed and aligned. Later on, I could've sworn I fell from the sky onto a train. Just really achey. That's normal. The work is causing the toxins to come through. Then the achey feelings left me and the tingling began. I kind of liked the tingling; made me think of Christmas, when we get the tree decorated and turn on the lights. or when we go to a wedding and the doors open and there stands the bride in all her glory. or when we make the 7 hour BORing drive to California and I finally get my first glimpse of the ocean. or when a baby is first born. or when my hubby just looks a certain way, or my absolute favorite music is on...sorry, I'm dragging this on, but I really needed to TALK!

So, why the Flippin' pancake Early? That's when I woke up this morning. WAY too early for as late as I finally went to sleep. In the little bit of sleep I did get, I dreamed that my red haired boy disappeared and hubby and I couldn't find him. I can't tell you how many times I've dreamed that I have lost him. Will this dream never end? Every day I look at him like it might be the last time. And if I hadn't been so tired, I would've made him some pancakes. Maybe tomorrow, 'cuz after all the yardwork I crazily did today, I'm thinkin' I'll get more sleep and be all rise and shiney tomorrow morning. P.S. I had NO mocha today! Woo hoo! That is a victory. And one more thing...and this is NOT the least important, it is very important. My dear Mom got in touch with me today. She texted me and we kept going with that off and on for an hour. I do feel more loved now The timing for her reaching out to me is really interesting. God heard the prayers and He said Yes, Gail, I will nudge your Mom to reach out to you. Isn't that just so fabulous???? Yes, I do think I'll sleep well tonight. I hope you all do, too.

Music is extremely important to me. It is food and water and thrill and laughter. It can be sadness but I tend to avoid the negative notes. It feeds me and inspires me to move. At the beach this summer, I  saw this little girl flitting about as if she was moved by happy music. If you listened, you would not have heard musical notes but I believe the sound of the ocean waves and the birds and everyone's happy voices made  its own music. Music and movement can result in a feeling of freedom. When I am walking the lakeside trail with my music flowing into my ears, I MOVE! If I am inside on the treadmill with music bursting beautifully from the speakers, I MOVE. When my red haired boy plays beautiful music and harmonics on his guitar, ohhhh, then physically I am paralized for a moment as I absorb the fact that my child is producing THAT! In a good way, my body is still but my soul is so moved, tears come out of my eyes. Then I begin to sway a bit, so moved and grateful that music lives in this house. Lives in my being. Makes me move. God is the author of music and movement. A blessing of moving is the freedom to go from one spot to another. I personally experience the fact that it's easier to move if I am not having to lug around extra poundage. It's easier to move when I don't have an injury. It's easier to move when my stomach isn't stuffed! So, I'm learning to take care of my body in order to prevent injury, stuffage and whatever else would prevent me from losing weight. Now, to get that music going....

The little guy is my fourth Wonder, as in Grand. On Monday, he will be one. But the party was today and I just wanted to post a few shots. He is such a little (BIG) blessing to all of us who know him! His Daddy is my FIRST born and I just wither into sweet emotion when I think of my son at that age, and now HIS second son is one. Time is whipping by and I want to make the most of each moment I get to spend with the people I love, especially these little Ones.Though I don't have the energy and physical flexibility that I had for my own children, I do have alot more patience and understanding for this new bunch. I'm also alot fatter, which accounts for the physical limitations. But after seeing the fat photos of myself taken today, I have decided that this is the first day of the rest of my life and I seriously need to lose the fat and build some muscle. But I need help. No, not advice on what to eat or not eat. I already know that. FIRST of all, I do realize that weekly cinnamon roll consumption will keep adding the weight. So, something has to change there! What I really need is your encouragement. That right there is a First...being so open in expressing my desire to lose weight in front of all of you, or whoever happens to come by here. I might be so bold as to post photos of my progress, but nothing outrageous. Tomorrow, being October 10th is when I will begin with keeping track. I like the number 10. It's a straight 1 and a round zero. Ten. I need to lose a couple of tens. Actually 3 of them to look fabulous. Just to feel great and healthy and energetic will be a new wonderful thing for me. A First, since hmmm, a LONG time ago!

for a little walk this afternoon because I have overindulged. Those wicked cinnamon rolls! Hubby made them yesterday afternoon. They are simply amazing and I can't eat just one. This is so frustrating because I'm supposed to be BEHAVING myself. My little walk probably didn't do a whole bunch of good for burning calories, but it did a bunch of good for my feelings. After passing a sleeping homeless guy on the path by the dried up creek, I truly felt blessed that I have a home to live in and a bed to sleep in. If only I had brought a cinnamon roll with me; I would've left it by his hand. Maybe I'll be better prepared next time, just in case. You never know where your indulgences and feelings will take you!

Right now, in this moment, I feel blocked up.  I get discouraged about this little house, knowing that fixing major problems will be put off for yet another week, another month. I've waitied so long! BUT!...I did wait for forever to get a new kitchen, even though it wasn't done by a skilled worker, it did get 98 percent done. God knows what to do with me when I get into this discouraged frame of mind. He takes me out of MY mind and into His way, His love, His understanding, His comfort, His remodeling,  His stretching...Today, I sense that he is taking the blocks out of my mental window, opening me up and making me look ouside this little box that I tend to put myself in. LOOK OUT the WINDOWS Gail. Go out there and BE ME to people who hurt worse than you, who have less than you,  whose healing can begin through something I will have you do or say. Go say HELLO to finding the desire I have put in your heart. It is NOT in your little sorry hideaway, your little box, your bricked up window room.

Homemade cinnamon rolls was the aroma that awakened me on Labor Day. Hubby was laboring happily, in the kitchen, flopping a fabulous, yeast infused blob of dough around. I only ate one roll, one of the misshapen ones (as if that really mattered!). All of the pretty ones were going to be delivered to our friends at our church who were busting their buns doing a major remodel in one of the buildings. They were ecstatic, of course, when these rolls arrived. It was a well deserved treat and as hard as they've been working (hubby included), I'm sure everyone on that "job" has lost a couple pounds. They are all determined to get the work completed so that the place will be more welcoming and practical. The desire of our hearts is to see this bunch of believers grow up, fire up and quit bickering; "old" folks vs. young. This class vs. that class. This ministry vs. that one. This ladies' group vs. the Youth group, the head pastor vs. alot of people, etc.  This ridiculous nonsense happens no matter where you go. As long as people exist, bickering will happen; strong wills run over the weaker ones. Money talks and the ones who use their money to buy the power to get their way are the ones who can ruin a promising venture. What I really wish is that hubby and I could just break away and do our own thing without fear of being ostrasized by people who don't understand what the true gospel is. It's not rules and rituals and legalism and ya gotta do this, that and the other if you're a member of this church. Yes, I love a bunch of the people in my church. And yes, it's not about the building. It's not supposed to be about the programs and the music or whether the windows are completely covered or the communion grape juice tastes like the cheap brand from Walmart. It's not about what the attendance is and if there's enough fingerprint approved workers in the nursery. For me, "church" is about what the Holy Spirit is doing; His Godly, almighty powered being in my soul, my heart...how is that coming through? How am I fed by His creation? How does He come through when I am with other people or by myself at the lake, the ocean, on a quiet hike, in the grocery store, driving in traffic, dancing (though I'm awkward!), singing, laughing, crying, talking, listening...How does he come through HIS WORD? "Your word is a lamp unto my feet, a light unto my path". When I read the Bible, I ask him to help me understand. Because of Jesus, the understanding is there, in me. I only have to ask to be shown. I have begun to earnestly study a couple of books that help me understand. I wish I knew greek, hebrew, Aramaic! The gathering of saints ("don't forsake") doesn't mean you HAVE to attend a church service every single Sunday or Saturday and woe to you if you don't! One of the best ever gatherings of saints my family and I experienced was the beach gathering at Laguna's Main Beach. I felt so at home there, so welcomed, so accepted. We were with people who SIMPLY wanted to sing and thank God for what He has done. The Bible was opened and read from. There were no agendas, no competition, no rituals, no rules. There was respect. and sand and ocean and birds and traffic and people all over the place, and we were in a spiritual realm that was meaningful and real, based on our love for and belief in Christ. I just don't think we can recreate that scene at our struggling church here. My hope is that we can fire up the people and help them see what they need to do to thrive. It takes more than cinnamon rolls!

We went for a walk/hike on my favorite trail the other day. It was a bit hot and humid, but that didn't matter because my girl and I were together, enjoying each other's company, snapping pictures, admiring flowers, trees, the different colors of the lake ...I'm so thankful! Tomorrow evening, she'll make the drive back down to the valley, hopefully not having to deal with Labor Day revelers driving back to their homes in the hot, seething city!

My girl is, right now, driving north on the dangerous major highway, from the big city up to our town. She really, really wanted to come home for the weekend! This is only her second time driving this road. And the gas gauge is messed up, and the car wouldn't take more than 9 gallons. I MUST TRUST that God will bring her home safely. Preferably our home, as I am a selfish mommy and don't want her to go to her heavenly home just yet. There's so much to pray about ALL the time!

One thing I can't stand to have in my life and my surroundings is scum. Unfortunately, it is part of life and cannot be completely avoided. Recently a great downpour of rain came through our town and left a bit of a spectacle of scum behind. I could only capture a bit of it in the short time I had to walk under a bridge next to a park where the Lowlifes hang out. Why do they claim this area as their own? It could be cleaned up and made to sparkle so that EVERYone could enjoy the area safely! Law enforcement can only do so much; they are stretched as it is. I do know that every now and then a van load of Juvie kids  comes to clean the place up as part of their punishment/community service. Oh and not too long ago, before the storm, there was a clean up the creek day. That's all wonderful, but how do you convince the Lowlifes that they should clean up?  My brother became a Lowlife but he had the luxury of living at my parents' house before he got thrown into jail. Drugs, alcohol and other addictions can ruin a person's life. It damages the entire family. Some family members disown the Lowlife, either for forever or until the person cleans up. It seems as if my brother didn't even realize that he had created a lifetime of scum for himself and his victims. I pray for him and the people like him. They need to be cleaned from the inside out, to realize and admit what they've done and turn, RUNNING to the hope and love through knowing who Christ Jesus is. Who wouldn't WANT to sparkle and experience Joy in Jesus? Why wallow in scum?

          here are some of Brianne's summer photos:

photo friends

self portrait my way

Our friend, Janet (slmret) met us at Crystal Cove and spent the day with us. I (Gail) want to go back soon! Our time there was beautiful!

I'm seeing a pattern here. Lately, I'm taking more vertical pictures, favoring certain colors. Not ALL the time, but often showing what I love. There's so much to see and hear and feel in life; so much to live for! So much to give! As each day goes by, I crave more beauty...CRAVE it, NEED it, HAVE to FIND it! Why? Because I  am a creature designed and made by the Creator, God. He's all about beauty and wants us to enjoy it. He gave some people the gift to be creative, and to some just a bit of a knack to be creative. I'm one of those just a bit of a knack ones. What do you consider to be beautiful? What exCITES you and makes you want to jump up and down with delight? Are you stuck in a rut, depressed, needing change, craving beauty? I've been there, my dears, many times. I've been learning to suffer triumphantly, slipping a bit, then coming back up and going a bit higher and staying there. The gratefulness for everything that's happened this year is a gift. Big gratefulness, sincere gratefulness. I guess I'm growing up. Well, it's aBOUT time! This has been some summer!

Today, I really, really, REALLY wanted to veg. To just be me, by myself, for a little while; listen to music, read, tidy up the living/kitchen area, enjoy the kind of atmosphere that appeals to me and helps me feel blessed. An atmosphere in which I can think enough to put complete, logistical thoughts together without becoming analytical or judgemental. Veg. So when Hubby came into the kitchen and announced that soon he'd have to leave for his Championship softball game (in which he shouldn't play because of his hurting back), I went into panic OH MY STARS I HAVE to COOK DINNER mode. Like make something edible and even nice to look at but not too heavy. With what? This kind of panic usually (of course, this has happened before) means I get flustered and make mistakes. In order to sort of succeed in this task, I had to be a teeny bit mean and shoo out the dogs, the teens and the Hubby. I threw together Corn puddin'. Oops! I used an entire container of sour cream. Improvise, improvise, I told myself. Sheesh! I'd NEVER make it on one of those insane cooking shows where you only get a half hour to make something gourmet with ridiculous ingredients. I dream of going to France to learn something exciting and easy about french cooking and or baking. But for now, I'm stuck here. I added 2 more eggs and another stick of butter and a cup of flour and a dash of baking powder and oh....maybe a quarter cup of sugar for the excitement. I got my quota of exercise after whipping this concoction with my right arm. Then into the favorite 9 by something yellow (French looking) baking dish went this corn cake batter. I guessed and eyeballed on the baking time and temperature. And prayed. In the meantime, it was obvious that this thing was NOT going to be finished in time for "dinner", so I threw my mind into whipping up some refried beans, made from beans that I cooked to death yesterday. I piled on some chopped chedder and made lucious bean burritos. My fans, um, family members were happy. Satisfied. And those burritos weren't even pretty! So, the guys left for their game and after 20 minutes, I took the corn puddin' out of the oven then drove Brianne out to the ballfield. The drive was nice; I had the music on and the car windows down. The air smelled fabulous, thanks to all the cleansing rain we've had! "Maybe this is what France smells like", I thought. I walked into my house and was welcomed by one happy doggie. After cutting myself a generous piece of the "puddin'", I sat down to relax and took a bite. OH! My flippin' goodness. What a fabulous and pretty mistake I made! And you know what? God didn't make ANY mistakes. We're human and He allows us to choose and make mistakes and find our way. He gave/gives us Christ to lead us. He gives us the Holy Spirit to live  within us, to provide the guidance, the cleansing, the faith, the way, the truth, the eternal life, the almighty power to go from one nano second to the next. I know that in the end, I will be in Heaven with him. That's the puddin'. That's the France; the perfect dream of a lifetime!

Oh, I've been up and at 'em for about 4 hours, but feel like I'm just getting started. Slug bug, that's me, only not as cute as the VW beetle! A friend of mine told me she thinks the hospital stole some of my bubbles (as in, I lost my bubbly personality.).  I think she's right! But today, I'm determined to not let "stuff" get me down. So, I began the day with 2 peaches, oatmeal, flax seed and detox drops and water. and Prayer! "The joy of the LORD is my strength"! Now for some pictures...photos...images, whichever word you think applies to my Nikon snaps. ( 8  Our family was recently blessed to be able to go ahead and take a vacation to...of COURSE! Laguna Beach, Dana Point, San Juan Capistrano. We visited Crystal Cove with our dear Janet (slmret) and spent beach time and lunch time with her! She's such a good sport, enduring the heat and waiting til we finally arrived there a half hour late! We also did beach time with "ABAHM", Jenny and her boy David! Jenny deals with pain but was willing to be with us on a sort of cloudy, grey day, while David, the epitamy of  a beach boy, showed my red head boy, Ryan how to surf. I think they had an exhausting but fun time! We visited the Sawdust festival (THANK YOU MARY!!!) and yes, went to Mary Hurlbut's booth where I purchased some of her Encouraging Word cards. Beautiful cards, beautiful everything! And that's just in her booth! There was more to see and we especially enjoyed the glass blowing demonstration. We also loved a pretty area where there's a waterfall and gorgeous plant life. I want that in my back yard! And the beach in my front yard!!!! I know, dream on. So anyway, in spite of physical ailments, we had fun. We even got to experience a bit of "church" on the beach with some of Mary's friends and a few visitors. God's word is hidden in my heart and songs of praise freely flow from my heart. THAT truth is what helps nudge me along through slow days and is a burst of glad when I really need it!

While I was in the hospital, along with bad news then better news and a bit of confusion and pain, I received cards and flowers that told me Get Well Soon! Those three words were almost like I Love You. Get Well Soon can be a wish, a dream, a command. certainly, a Desire from Deep Down Inside, depending on the person delivering the message. The message can be delivered with calm, urgency or even blandly because it's the thing to say. The other message, I Will Pray can be delivered the same way. Meaningful or not, Jesus knows what's behind it and will answer as He will answer. He can be thoroughly involved in the Get Well Soon, the I Love You and the I Will Pray. I absolutely sensed when He was in it.

Thankfully, my little family and I gathered together for my big boy's birthday. His 27th. My stars, I just can't take it in. Jonathan has been quite the blessing of a son for me. He said that his biggest gift was seeing me well again. I told him that my 2nd dream came true when he was born because well, my first dream was to get married to a great guy. Which is what happened. So, anyway, we had a wonderful dinner prepared by my daughter-in-love. We did presents and a strawberry pie and then gathered around Jonathan while he played his brand new 12 string guitar and  sang one of his favorite songs, Edelweiss. My 18 year, Brianne then picked up a guitar and played along with her big brother and they sang beautifully about God. Can you picture my eyes filling with tears? The whole evening was like a gift, given by God to bless our hearts, especially mine as I work on the Get Well Soon.

My heart is hidden from my eyes

in a place that is a mystery to me.

An organ that varies in size,

due to conditions that may not be

on what we should rely

for a life of quality.

From one day to another

I knew the dare to dream

that Jesus held my heart

as He whispered love to me

in a way that I'd forgotten

but truly did believe.

His love is healing water

nurturing and divine.

My faithfulness to love Him

never wavered through this time

as His faithfulness to love me

shows the heart of a heavenly kind.

it's what you're gonna  get.  First of all, I put lovely pictures on here. My little Wonders make me smile ALL the time! I love flowers, even stitched ones, but especially real ones. Wild or cultured. People are wild or cultured, sometimes even both. Like me. I don't know why, but this is how I'm wired. I love that the Lord is showing me more and more about himself and that  it's okay to be wild and cultured as long as He is glorified. And for some reason, He wants me to be right where I am NOW; in the hospital,as a heart patient. I don't do SHOCK well at all. The shock of my mom's recent near death was bad, but turned out great. I am waiting to see what happens here and hoping to find out why the left side of my heart is only pumping at 10 %. Maybe it's a blockage, maybe it's viral. This is such a different thing to deal with. But I knowWHO is with me and I believe in the power of prayer. So along with the blood draws, tests, horrible food, wonderful nurses and staff, I'll be praying, reading, thinking, praying, and catching up on you, my friends, seeing who's doing what. Are you wild and cultured? Do you shiver with fear or calmly go through the storm? Let me know. <3

This was an evening where I thought, "Okay, it's just Rich (hubby) and I tonight. We're both tired. I can just change into jammies and crash with a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream for dinner and read a book, OR drag Rich out for a photo shoot at the nearby lake." I'm SO glad we both agreed that the Lake was calling our names. The exercise was wonderful, even traipsing through scratchy brush to get closer to the water's edge. There were little dragonflies all over the place. I shall go back to attempt to capture them on Nikon, closeup. After our little trek, we went to eat dinner and talked about how we need to expand our horizons and make new friends who are willing and able to just up and go like we did and do. We have fun as just us, but sometimes I really think it's good to include other people and we haven't been very diligent in pursuing that. Our friends in Laguna (Jenny & Bob & David, Mary, and Janet) all did that for us when we went to visit for our anniversary. They were SO fun and generous with their time and kindness! There's so much to see and experience in life and it's great when you can share it with others.

This afternoon I decided to snap a few pictures. It's so nice that just a few potted flowers provide such beauty! I just WISH I could get the hang of this up close and personal photography! Next time, I'll use the tripod, too. And wait for the breeze to settle down.  It seems like I am on such a fierce quest for beauty, wanting to be surrounded by it. Actually, Beauty IS in the eye of the beholder, and I DO see beauty where other people don't. But right now, I just need very pretty flowers and a ten foot fence to keep out the neighbor kids' balls. It's ALWAYS something, isn't it? NOTHing can be perfect. But I can do the best with what I have and depend on the Lord to keep me grounded in patience and kindness. ( : I hope you all have a fabulous, blessing filled week!