So I woke up this morning and the usual stream of thoughts started rushing through my head:
How should I re-do the bedroom, I wonder if Max peed on the dining room floor in the middle of the night, re-do the bedroom, Max, re-do the bedroom, Max.
Then, boom. A new one popped in there…
I’m 34 years old today!
Remember when you were little and being in your 30’s sounded so far away?
I remember a day when I was about twelve or thirteen years old, when something made me want to stop and really think about being older. It happened when I was walking home from school. Our house was at the end of a long, private (dirt) road, so the school bus dropped my brother and I off about a 1/4 mile away from our house. I was walking home that day, by myself for some reason, and I just stopped.
Right in the middle of the road.
I felt inspired to stretch out my arms and take it all in.
The blue sky above me, the grassy ground in front of me, the corn fields on either side of me, and the S P A C E all around me.
I told myself (outloud) to, “Always remember this moment. When you’re older, remember this moment.”
I stood there for a few minutes, just soaking it up.
I’ll never forget it.
Especially now that I’m “older”.
Candy- A Pretty Home
Hi
Just came across your blog…love it! And cant wait to see what you do next. Im going to add you to my bloglines so I never miss another post.
Candy (from Canada)
Ambrea @ Come Home Cottage
Happy Birthday! I hope you got the trim & the bedding!
I wish I was a little girl again!
deputyswife
Happy Birthday!
I have an 1894 Victorian home we have been working on for three years. One piece of advice. Have fun.
I can’t wait to see your progress on the house!