What? Don't be silly - I adore October, always have, always will and I've told you that before. Probably in part, because of all the wonderful sweet things it hasn't brought yet - such as Thanksgiving and turkeys and Christmas and so much family in little rooms that your heart - like the room - seems likely to bust out the ceiling. (Bust out isn't correct, but it's ever so much more effective.)
My sister for 10 days - a gift from God. I'm seeing how precious time is. And that to give someone the gift of time is a sacrifice and investment incredibly valuable. We are opposite in so many ways, AG and I, physically and mentally, and it's been a growing experience to spend time together as adults to see in which ways we differ and how we're alike and instead of wishing for what the other has (which I have been guilty of ever since I was little), encouraging each other in the various strengths we find. She is a peace maker, an encourager and a motivator. Only when AG comes do JB and I find ourselves - almost magically - eating fried egg over spinach and cheese and nuts for breakfast. Or sautéed kale, peanut butter and hot sauce. Yes - I'm not making it up. And the amazingly odd thing is - it's good!
She helped me get my house and mind and eating in order, made lots of Good Girl Moonshine and got me up early to see the sunrise on a chilly morning. I'm thankful for the pal I've had through all my life, and for the blessing my sister is to me and all she meets.
Waaaaay Back when, I started calling AG "Pamela", because at the time it was an inside joke referring to one of those laughable Hallmark movies that your mother would have stashed in a closet, called "Pamela's Prayer". I'd call her that, she'd laugh and say "nooooo!" and I'd laugh and laugh. (Mean, I know). But over the years it's grown to be a term of affection, and AG is "Pam Lov" to me, more often than not. (not love, but Lov, like Russians. And I don't know how that happened. It just did. ) So when attempting to decide on an aunt name for her, I couldn't quite reconcile to "Anty Anne". But Aunt Pam slipped out as easy as cream. And so there you have it. Bella Rose has AG for her Aunt Pam.
"Does having AG here ever tend to….step on your toes? As far as how productive she is, how well she eats and how consistently she exercises?"
Then followed a 2 hour discussion on how to improve our own quality of life by getting following some principles and helping each other be accountable. (A good conversation. Maybe I'll post on that soon.)
Whatever you do, don't think the photos do these justice. These paintings change with the light, and look different when far away and when close up you find things you hadn't seen before - and vice versa. Come to my house, and I assure you, you'll be entranced by these.
One of Rebekah's Trademarks to her paintings is that, when you hold the back up to the light you can see a SECRET PAINTING! It's a novel idea by a brilliant artist.
She sent me a scrumptious card and this tea. Doesn't it make you happy too?
Dew On The Window. Doesn't that look like Fall?
Dawn faithfully writes me, and each letter is full of home goodness, her artless wit and her evolving handwriting. She inspires me to write letters - but also to loyalty. She's one of the most loyal souls around. And imaginative. Yes - word. She has more imagination than all of nine kids combined, I suspect.
JB was in Boyscouts…AHH…And He was. Aaaaadorable.
And then there's this happy little trio, which still blows my mind. I'm married. MARRIED.
And have a baby….A BABY. (Thanks, AG for the photos!)
This is our (dear sis I really love you, but we think we're late to the airport now) look. Still, it does me good to document little bits of life like this adorably cheesy shot.
Oh, and my comfy tunic? That would be a gift from Pam Lov.
Enjoy Your November!