Wednesday, January 30, 2013

It was a funny story...

Originally posted November 23, 2012
Ok, ok, I know it's been FOREVER since my last post. And yes, I do feel guilty. The last month has been exceptionally insane. I've been to Missouri (my home state) twice which takes a crazy amount of time since we drove all 900 miles both times. Once was for Baby Girl's birthday (step granddaughter Emery turned two - upper left photo), and once for a show hosted by some of my oldest and dearest friends (upper right photos). The day after we got back, the water line on the refrigerator sprung a leak, causing a flood of unbelievable proportions. After dealing with service guys, the insurance company, and the chaos that ensues from not having a kitchen for two weeks, I'm now gearing up for the holiday rush of shows. I'm tired. 

BUT, I did want to share some lessons that I've learned over the last few weeks:
Lesson Number One is that if you want a rewarding life, you must surround yourself with people that inspire you. The show in Missouri was hosted by my college roommate, Shelly, and her family. It was held in Shelly's mother's house, and everything that was offered was handmade by her, her sister, her mother, her brother, my other college roomie's husband, a church friend and me. The array and quality of items was astounding! If you want to see more, please go here. It wasn't your usual "craft" show with blue geese and croqueted potholders (not that there is anything wrong with that), it was REAL art from the hearts and hands of some of my oldest and dearest friends. I was so lucky to be a part of it and felt crazy-blessed to have these people in my life. Fun, fun.

Lesson Number Two is that even bad things can save you. Meaning, our kitchen flooded, yes. But because they had to move the kitchen island, we found some bad wiring that could have caused a fire VERY easily. I have always hated the color of the flooring in our kitchen, so replacing it was not a horrible idea to me. 

Lesson Number Three involves the importance of sappy, emotional stuff surrounding a love of family. My family is made of step kids/grandkids, a delightful husband, lifelong friends, and a truly inspiring father and terribly devoted stepmom. My family is not traditional and does not include only people I am tied to by blood. I've spent the last month, even if it was only a few minutes, with my favorite people in the world and have been close to tears more times than I can count because of the love I have for these people. If I am to be "judged" based on who I am surrounded by, it would be difficult to say that I am anything other than an outstanding person. Ha!

...and we all smiled at it,

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