Pink Miracle

and I don't even like pink,

but my daughter does.

We moved her stuff out of her big room 

and into her little brother's small room.

It's traumatic to lose your "place" in your home

but she was pretty good about it

One request was to paint it pink and brown.

We only had time to paint a shelf pink.

And the pink paint we had was this:

From another pink painting adventure a few years ago.

Now she wanted a light, more mature pink.

She couldn't find her paint chip to show me the color 

So I just started mixing.

And I came up with this:

After we were done she found the chip

Not bad, huh!

 

I know it's not earth shattering or life changing, 

but it made a difference to us.

 Some may say it's just luck, but I know better.

 

I believe it's vital to acknowledge the tiny miracles, so

Thank you Heavenly Father 

  for our pink miracle.

 

(ps these pictures brought to you by my Christmas present from my adorable husband and angel daughter..he bought it, but she found it for him to buy)

She's gone...

I loved college. I would do it over again in a heartbeat. We're thrilled with the college she chose, we know it's where she's suppossed to be, we want her to stretch and grow....but dang it all...this is hard on your heart!






Letting your children grow and go is definitely not for the faint of heart!

August 27th....arrival and departure...Happy Birthday Mychel!

This isn't a cooking blog

My new favorite person in the world, who is also a professional chef, has worked a miracle. We'll call her the Cooking Goddess. On Thursday the C.G. gave her first cooking class. We made Fetucci Alfredo. It is one of my ever so very picky seventeen yr old daughter's favorites...so I dragged her to the class with me. Not only did she enjoy it...she made it for us for dinner tonight...all by herself...and she cleaned up after. This is the child that used to cook with me all the time when she was little, but in the last few year has become an expert at whinning, complaining and feigning helplessness to get out of doing nearly everything in the kitchen. Don't even get me started on our dishwasher issues. There wasn't much left over, but I can still taste it calling me for a little bedtime snack. I'd share with you if I could...ok that's a lie, but I would give you the recipe. It's a good thing she had a friend over or I would have licked the plate! Oh, and who is the mother of those boys that look like little piggies shoveling the pasta in their snouts? Someone teach them some manners