ok…i’ve no idea how to really spell that out, but you get the jiff.  that oldies song about monday’s.  LOL.

most can’t grasp my excitement over monday’s.  i don’t really know if i understand it myself.  but, for some reason, i thrive on monday’s.  don’t get me wrong.  by thrive, i don’t mean i’m super mom, wife, sister and aunt.  by thrive, i mean i don’t have any obligations, guilt, or expectations!  it’s my day to recover from the weekend.  some weekends i need it more than others, but i always tend to take some time to settle into the week.  time to reflect on what we did as a family over the weekend, how it worked for us, and what we came out feeling like.  

usually weekends tend to be either of two extremes.  great, or bombed.  lately i can’t say this has been the case!  i’ve thoroughly enjoyed not much of anything, living spontaneously, and going with the flow.  low key one day, and insanely busy the next.  i’m learning to love the spontaneity in life, and embracing it with open arms.  it leaves no room for worry, stress, or chaos.  it means get up and go.  don’t look back.

isn’t life so much more enjoyable when we don’t look back?  moving on.  starting fresh.  taking it as it comes.  learning to lean on the future.  marveling in it’s mystery.

Oh Lord, how i long to be mature enough in my faith to have the peace that passes all understanding.  to be content with who i am, as you made me.  to not expect less than what your desire is, and to have the faith that you want it for me too!  thank you for the grace you’ve given to me as i have come to the maturity i am at now!  praise be to you!

now, what on earth are we doing this coming weekend?  LOL.  i guess we’ll see once we get there!  :)

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sleeping in a freshly washed, or freshly sunned blanket has got to be the best feeling in the world.  i grew up with mom drying most of the cloths on the line.  in the winter she would also freeze dry many items.  blankets where sunned more 

than washed.  they where taken in and placed on freshly washed sheets.  sheets that had been dried outdoors.  climbing into bed, i would inhale as deeply as possible…..and hold that breath.  

sunning my blankets happens less than i would like it to, but when i do remember to do it…i can’t wait to climb into bed.  last week i did just that.  i washed some blankets, and sunned them outside to dry.  

i can smell it now….sniffffffffffffffffff

do you sun your blankets?