our mother’s day

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Mother’s Day is coming up. It’s actually just a hop, skip and a jump away. I hear it’s being celebrated on May 12. PSA over.

Today, though, is MY mother’s day. Like, my mother. It’s her birthday. And she is *cough*sixty-one*cough*. Darn. It didn’t seem as obvious when I just tried that out loud. I know she will never forgive me for that. But as I stated in a message to her this morning, embrace, accept and celebrate! Age ain’t nothin’ but a number anyway. Continue reading

it’s just what we do

I used those exact words last week to describe the way my little hometown rallied around the Smit family. Amy actually wrote a post tonight describing the flood of support she received from the community because today, we find ourselves under water. Literally.

And again, our little hometown came together in support of those who needed it. I had no idea how aggressively the water was rising. I mean, I was acutely aware that I left a balmy Florida morning to return to a 46 degree driving rainstorm that lasted from early afternoon and through the night, but I didn’t realize we were that close to flood conditions. Then, this morning, the school closed after an initial two-hour delay and I was like, ‘whoa, it must be bad. i’m sure no one wants to add more days to the end of this already extended school year!’ Continue reading

wordless wednesday

[101.365] so long, my friend

[101.365] so long, my friend

Just like last Thursday, the rain is pouring down. As frustrating as the rain can be, it can also signal re-birth and growth (although I’m none too thrilled about having left a perfectly beautiful day in Florida to see it). Our band gathered for the first time tonight after losing our friend and just like the last time we sang, I could still hear his voice and like the rain, the sound was peaceful and refreshing. Thanks for blessing us tonight with your presence, Paul.