Saturday, February 25, 2012

{i'm back....finally}

I'm back!
And it's so good to be back!
I have missed you all so much!

You see this little girl. Well, she is part of the reason why I have MIA.

You see this little cutie got sick...the first time she's ever gotten sick.

And when she got, she got sick. She got the stomach flu and a severe cold all at the same time. The stomach flu left her dehydrated for a few days, with a fever to top it off.

 One morning she woke up and she would hardly move. And if you knew my little princess you would know that there was definitely something wrong. This girl doesn't stop for nothing. For most of the day, she would just lay down anywhere I placed her. It was sad. My heart was breaking to see her like that. But thankfully, by the end of the day she started to crawl a bit and within a few days she was back to her normal self.

The only thing worse of taking care of a sick baby is taking care of a sick baby when you're sick too! Let's just say it's been a rough couple of weeks. But alas, everyone is now well and I am just desperately trying my best to catch up on everything.

So, how have you been? Let's catch up!


Thursday, February 9, 2012

{love letter::day 9::Michael Faraday}

December 1820

My Dear Sarah,

It is astonishing how much the state of the body influences the powers of the mind.

I have been thinking all the morning of the very delightful and interesting letter I would send you this evening. And now I am so tired, and yet have so much to do, that my thoughts are quite giddy and run round your image without any power of themselves to stop and admire it.

I want to say a thousand kind and, believe me, heartfelt things to you but am not master of words fit for the purpose. And still, as I ponder and think on you, chlorides, trials, oil, Davy, steel, miscellanea, mercury, and fifty other professional fancies swim before and drive me further and further into the quandry of stupidness.

From your affionate,


letter via, Letters of Great Men


Wednesday, February 8, 2012

{making the most of what you've got}

Last year was a hard year for me.

It was one of the best years of my life and one of the hardest years of my life.

Last year, many tears were shed, many eyes were opened, many words were spoken, and many lessons learned.

One of the most important things I learned last year was to make the most with what I've got. And with the hustle and bustle of the holidays and then the new year, I have lost my way. I have let myself get caught up in the drama of life, I've let worry set in and make a home in my heart. 

I have let money woes weight me down. Instead of constanly worrying whether I will have enough money to pay the rent, I should be focusing on God and giving my burdens over to Him. By worrying so much about what I don't have, I have lost my focus and I am missing what I do have that's right in front of me. 

I have my health, I have children, I have husband, I have my home, I have friends, I have my God--and the list can go on and on.

 The point is that I was SO consumed with what I don't have and I what I might not have in the near future, that I became blinded to what I do have and making the most of it.

So, things may not be perfect right now. And maybe I don't have all that I used to have, but the most important things I still do have--my God, my husband and my kids. 

And so, today, and the rest of the week, I am making the most of what I've got. 

Are you making the most of what you've got?  


{love letters::day 8::Abigail Adams}

To John Adams

December 23, 1782

My Dearest Friend,

...should i draw you the picture of my heart it would be what I hope you would still love though it contained nothing new. The early possession you obtained there, and the absolute power you have obtained over it, leaves not the smallest space unoccupied.

I look back to the early days of our acquaintance and friendship as to the days of love and innocence, and, with an indescribable pleasue, I have seen near a score of years roll over our heads with and affection heightened and improved by time, nor have the dreary years of absense in the smallest degree effaced from my mind the image of the dear untitled man to whom I gave my heart.

letter via, Letters of Great Men


Tuesday, February 7, 2012

{love letter::day 7::Percy Grainger}

To Karen Holten

October 10, 1910

When I close my eyes, I think that you stand in front of me, just as when we are first quite alone after a long separation and have not yet kissed each other, but stand and feel both our breaths and both bodies quietly touching each other, and feel beforehand the kiss coming, and the whole world seems full of cream, jam, and dizziness.

Letter, via Letters of Great Men


{love letters::day 6::James Joyce}

To Nora Barnacle

August 15,1904

My dear Nora,

It has just struck me. I came in at half past eleven. Since then I have been sitting in an easy chair like a fool. I could do nothing. I hear nothing but your voice. I am like a fool hearing you call me 'Dear.' I offended two men today by leaving them coolly. I wanted to hear your voice, not theirs.

When I am with you, I leave aside my contemptuous, suspicious nature. I wish I felt your head on my shoulder. I think I will go to bed.

I have been a half-hour writing this thing. Will you write something to me? I hope you will. How am I to sign myself? I won't sign anything at all because I don't know what to do sign myself.


Letter, via Love Letters of Great Men


Monday, February 6, 2012

{love letters::day 5::Lord Byron}

Sorry I am late in posting this. My little Princess has been teething something awfully fierce.

To his future wife, Annabella Milbanke

November 16, 1814

My Heart,

We are thus far separated--but after all, one mile is as bad as a thousand--which is a great consolation ot one who must travel six hundred before he meets you again. If it will geive you any satisfaction--I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes and as cold as Charity, Chastisty, or any other virtue.


Saturday, February 4, 2012

{love letters::day 4:: elizabeth barrett browing}

From Elizabeth Barrett Browing

To Robert Browning

And now listen to me in turn. you have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me--my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward, I am yours for everything...


Friday, February 3, 2012

{love letter::day 3::Leo Tolstoy}

From Leo Tolstoy

To his fiance, Valeria Arsenev

November 2,1856

I already love in you your beauty, but I am only beginning to love in you that which is eternal and ever precious: your heart, your soul.

Beauty one could get to know and fall in love with in one hour and cease to love it as speedily. But the soul, one must learn to know. Believe me, nothing on earth is given without labor--even love, the most beautiful adn natural of feelings.

Letter via Love Letters of Great Men


Thursday, February 2, 2012

{love letter::day two::Nathaniel Hawthorne}

The Write Card
via Pinterest

Nathaniel Hawthorne

To his wife, Sophia Amelia Peabody

5 December 1839


I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for me thinks there is poetry in my head and heart since I have been in love with you. You are a Poem. Of what sort, then? Epic? Mercy on me, no! A sonnet? No; for that is too labored and artificial. You are a sort of sweet, simple, gay, pathetic ballad, which Nature is singing, sometimes with tears, sometimes with smiles, and sometimes with intermingled smiles and tears.


{it's been a happy 8 months}

My little Princess is 8 months old today!

It's been a wildly, crazy eight months and I have loved every minute of it!

Happy 8 months, my dear little one!


{Love letter: an oldie but goodie}

pinterest via

With Valentine's Day just 14 days away I thought I would do a special little series that exemplifies love in one of it's most honest forms--love letters. Each day I will post a love letter taken from the book, Love Letters of Great Men. Sorry this one is a little late.

And so today's letter is not actually a letter, but rather a poem--an oldie, but goodie.

"How do I love thee"

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height.
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning



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