the stuff I love...

So... as I presently sit in the quiet of the "post-gnashing-of-teeth" night, waiting for my husband to arrive home in the "Versa turned construction truck lined with wood pieces from front to back and toilet seats in the back window," I listen for him and hear the wind, slightly... as it nudges the Photinia against my partially-open window.
It's blissful.
My fingers curl up on the keyboard that now rests on my lap after a freak accident this morning wherein the tray it usually sits on under the desk broke off like a dried leaf in winter when I bumped it with my chair.

I find myself reflecting on our day. It wasn't unlike any other day (by any means) in regards to the CRAZINESS, but somehow it's been fulfilling in knowing we all seemed to enjoy it. Recent events have caused me to step a few extra feet back from my life and re-evaluate what is important, and however tragic the circumstances were and continue to be for my friends, as one awesome individual put it today, it's hard to describe the feelings being brought to the surface, not to mention the actions being taken from them...globally. I am in awe.

So, in no particular order
(because...let's face it - you can't do that with this stuff)
tonight I'm posting a portion of
the stuff I love.

A daughter as stubborn and independant as the one who gave her birth, yet thoughtful enough to comb your hair with the "scratchy" brush so you don't have to in the morning. (?)

Hobbies. And a place to escape with them.
(my own little organized chaos arena)

Liquid refreshment of the sugar-free (often-caffeinated) variety. And, yes...go ahead with the sch'peal about how Dr. Oz says I should stop. I have. Many times. I'm still working on that corner of my psyche.


Bub's need (and ability) to carry/travel with/dine with/dream with
at least 6 cars at all times.
What must he be saying to each of them?

The incessant independence of my eldest child.
Tonight he asked if he could "jump online for a sec, and then type up something in Word for his book report."
I hear that it's pretty much downhill from here.

Confession: I can't wait.

A daughter who thinks I'm invincible.
With fashion-sense I secretly envy.

A trustworthy, loyal, courteous and friendly
boy that makes me proud to be his mom.
I could make a list a mile long about this one.

And how adorable are my daughters?
As I finished up some nightly tasks before bed,
they set up (and requested) this photo shoot for their favorite baby.
Could I leave it out? Uh...no.


And now, I must end.
The foremost member of "the stuff I love" list
just arrived.