Sunday

Today has been a bit of an odd day. I can go years without hearing an artist. Michael Jackson was a perfect example. I loved him....but I didn't always listen to him. When he passed, I cried. Whitney Houston. I grew up with her! A perfect memory from my childhood was riding down the road with my mom and Whitney coming on. I was singing away as I do with EVERY song and she was making fun of me at how terrible I actually sounded. Even though it has been years since I have listened to her music, I can still sing every word to her songs and I still feel an empty space with her gone. I tried to keep a happy face today because lets face it....I really don't know her. What it boils down to is, a very important era for me is gone and as hard as I try, I still accept death with as much understanding as a newborn does to their new world.

Regardless though, Sundays are almost always good days. Exploring, relaxing, preparing....just good.

I want this.....

and this....I do love pears.

Lil' dude got a hair cut....It's only been a year. Wow, where did the time go??? I got kind of used to my little longed hair hippie.

Oh and it was cold outside...Oh so cold! That didn't stop us. It never does. We spent three hours working in our garden to prepare it for spring and then played by the fire.

Oh, this is what I love about Sundays....Goodnight!