I'm an old-fashioned girl who likes to feel feminine. I'm a mother of one beautiful little lady. Our dog, Henry, considers himself her older brother. I have a husband who loves me and makes me feel beautiful. Who could ask for more?
"We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; in feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best."
Oh the joy of watching a belly grow and wondering what little treasure is waiting inside. I find expectant mothers to have a beauty about them that is unexplainable. They are touched by a tenderness and a peace that makes one stop and instantly intrigued by their fragile and most amazing state.
I've come to the conclusion that moving into a new house can make one very busy. Sorry I've been out for awhile. I'm back.