Dear friends, while I was looking the other way, September arrived with sunshine and rain, and just a hint of a breeze. That doesn’t mean the heat and humidity have lifted though; summer always outstays her welcome around these parts. But we look ahead and know things will change, as they always do.
Well, well ... cue the trumpets. The girl has lost 15 pounds this summer, just by counting calories and making wiser choices. Yes, I know you’ve heard it all before, because it’s the same 15 pounds I bragged about losing two years ago, and the same 15 I lost four years before that, but, hey, it’s still 15 pounds.
When you count calories, you don't have to, necessarily, eat healthy; moderation is the key. But it's hard to beat simple food, prepared in the simplest of ways—like roasted asparagus that melts in your mouth.
That said, there are also times when I crave a not-so-healthy choice—like this small stack of lemon pancakes. It was my first time to try making them but I may never go back to the old way. All I did was add a tablespoon of lemon zest, per pancake, to the batter. The flavor is light and lemony and heavenly.
Our darling cupcake turned 18-months old yesterday. Papaw and I enjoyed taking her to see the ducks at the cemetery where my in-laws are buried. I wish you could hear the sound she makes for a duck. It rivals anything I've ever heard and sounds like nothing I've ever heard. I've tried to capture it on video but to no avail. Maybe my luck will change soon.
Oh, how swiftly the little ones evolve and change, but some things stay the same. Her smile is fairer than any sunrise; her kisses sweeter than candy. She fills my heart with joy whenever she reaches for me, or snuggles in the crook of my neck when I lift her from her bed. I never take for granted that I am here, that she is here.
On a recent evening, after the dwellers were all in bed, I walked through the living room, picking up this and that, straightening the quilt on the couch, fluffing the pillows, clearing the floor. On any given day, walk in any room of my home and you’ll find toys and stuffed animals strewn about, children’s books, and random items bearing the sticky fingerprints of a toddler. But on the messiest of days, I wouldn’t change a single thing about this big and beautiful life I get to call mine, a life filled with tender moments like those you see in the photos above.
Until next time, dear friends, may the days of September be filled with kind words and gentle moments.