Friday Faves – Edition 14



I’m so thankful to see Friday this week.

This week has had many rough moments from the loss of our dog on Monday to the stealing of my lawnmower on Tuesday to somebody wrecking into my yard and ending up with the rear of the truck in my creek (and not the shallow part… luckily, it was dry).

I’m thankful that nobody was injured, but this is also the third wreck on this strip of road in the past two weeks.  It’s a residential neighborhood, not a highway. The first one, I happened to be checking my mail when I heard the tires screeching. I was certain they were going to hit the tree and missed it by some handfuls of feet. They were not injured. Thank goodness. That one bothered me for days. I did not see the 2nd and there weren’t marks in my yard, but the street sign and stop sign along with a piece of car were in the ditch. Yesterday, I was sitting in the kitchen when I heard the screeching tires, the bashing and breaking of glass (this was them taking out the stop sign) and when I ran to the front door, they had slid into the ditch.


So needless to say it’s been a crazy week.

However, we are focusing on the FAVES of the week.


And the first is that the lawnmower was returned!


Honestly, I can’t say exactly when it was returned. It’s easier to notice that something is missing than to realize something is back that has been sitting in that location for almost 4 years. But Thursday mid-morning, I went to the mailbox.  My mailbox is on the other side of my road. I have to wait if a car is passing. I did that. Put letter in mailbox. Lifted the flag. Looked to cross back and waited for a landscaping truck to pass. Which reminded me that we’d need to get a new lawnmower by this weekend (rain makes that grass grow quickly!) and that’s when I saw it….the lawnmower was in its spot.

I did chalk this up to good karma (until the wreck into my yard that afternoon) and here’s why.

I bought the girlie a new pair of shoes. There was an issue with said shoes so we went to exchange them. We were at a different location and this one did not carry said shoes at that location so we just returned them. The shoes had come with a free gift (a fob of some sort) that I didn’t have with me when we returned them since I had expected to just exchange them. I felt a strong prodding at my conscience to hurry up and get that returned as well.

Here I was not happy that I had been stolen from, but my still having this free gift in my possession for shoes we no longer owned was not okay either.

The next day I went to the store, explained that this had come with the shoes we had returned a few days prior. His facial expression showed that he was surprised that I returned it and he “okay, you have a blessed day”

I left there feeling like a weight had been lifted and giant grin. My grin was because he had spoken a blessing into my life after my awful situations on Monday and Tuesday.

If you take nothing else from that story, I hope you’ll take away that your words are powerful and 5 little words from a stranger changed my entire outlook for the day.


Another fave are these nuts. They were a crucial component to my detox. I like to keep my blood sugar even and these make a great snack. A few days, I have an early Pilates class and I usually eat nuts and a piece of fruit beforehand and save eating eggs until afterward.

I will tell you that I did not complete the entire 10 days of clean eating and no cheese. On day 7, I wasn’t feeling well. I thought it was that I may have had too much caffeine. But as I listened to my body, I realized that I needed some more carbs. If I’d been properly prepared I would have had some whole grain bread on hand. As it was, I ate a Hawaiian roll with a hunk of butter. I felt better the rest of the day.  Looking back, I realize my body was dealing with the stress of knowing what was happening with the dog.

I was frustrated at the time because I had 10 days set arbitrarily in my mind. In the end, I think it is always more important to listen to your body. Mine tends to get panicky and nauseous when I don’t treat it properly and then I have to figure out whether it wants water or a specific type of food.


I already talked about the girlie’s soccer season last week, but last night was the Middle School awards program.  The coaches for Baseball, Softball, Track, and Soccer hand out certificates and awards.  The girlie’s team got this medal along with a rose from their coaches. All of the athletes dress up for the program, so it’s fun too see that as well.


And speaking of dressing up, the oldest has Prom tomorrow night. He was able to pick up his tux last night and I snapped a quick pic while he tried it on for size.

I’ll be spending most of my weekend at soccer games for the girlie’s travel team and hopefully be back on Saturday in time to snap lots of pictures of the oldest and his date to prom.

I hope that you have some amazing plans in store for your weekend.

Here’s the song that I’m loving this week. Being a mom is a hard job. I can’t even imagine doing it alone.

For those of you that are mothers, I want to wish you a wonderful Mother’s Day.

And if you are one of those out there who have already lost your mother, as I know some who are close to me have, I know that this day can be hard. I wish you love and peace as you wander through your memories.


Let your light shine!






A Mother’s Love

mom and me 2

The sun shone brightly

On our stroll along the well loved shore

We laughed even though there were tears in our hearts

My return home, to celebrate her- a life well lived

Our rock and wisdom called to her eternal home

Days spent recounting memories

The dolphin’s hello

And the ashes flowing

A welcoming embrace.

Legacy of strength, courage, and optimism

Given so freely to you

As you then gave to me

Your pouring out of yourself

Giving, giving, giving…

Teaching me about sacrificial love

A mother’s love

-Amy Lyon Smith


-This was written first and foremost for my wonderful mom! I remember when I was younger, my mom telling that she didn’t think she’d be able to breathe if her mom died.  I now know how she felt.  My heart goes out to all those who’ve lost their mothers and especially those who lost their mothers before the passage of time begins to prepare you for the loss. (I know some amazing women who have lived through this).

Being a mother is learning about strengths you didn’t know you had, and dealing with fears you didn’t know existed- Linda Wooten

Love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves its own mark…to have been loved so deeply… will give us some protection forever. – J.K. Rowling

My grandmother passed away at the end of 2013 at the age of 84.  She taught us all about a mother’s love and thought that being a mother was her highest calling. If I’ve ever met anyone who seemed like a BFF to Jesus, it was her.  She lived to see a legacy of 4 children, 6 grandchildren, and 8 great grandchildren. I was the oldest grandchild and had the first children.  I still remember her coming to see me during labor and then sitting in the waiting room for each of my children’s births.  She wanted to be early in line to hold those precious babies.  Nothing was more important to her than family.

And then I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest LOVE you will ever know -Mitch Albom

She passed that on to my mother.  When I was young, I didn’t see the strength that my mother possesses. I didn’t see how she sacrificed, during a time, to work a 3-11 shift, missing the changeover of my getting out of school and only being able to peer in and watch me slumber late at night.  I didn’t see how she gave of herself to help whoever asked.  I didn’t see that she did without so that I could have.  I didn’t see how she was the constant peacemaker in a land of raging teen hormones.  And I never knew these things because she didn’t complain about them.

My Mother- She is beautiful, softened at the edges & tempered with a spine of steel.  I want to grow old and be like her – Jodi Picoult

She always had a smile on her face. She brightens up a room and puts all at ease the second she enters it. She’s also good for a laugh at something highly inappropriate.  A very loud laugh.  And then our laughs and voices will continue to get louder the more excited we get.  The family affectionately calls it using the “Scott” voice.  I don’t know if Scottish people are loud, but that is her maiden name and a large portion of our heritage. My mom is my rock.  Besides my husband, she is my sounding board and privy to my struggles and thoughts.  She is amazing and I am so grateful to honor her today and every day.

The loveliest masterpiece of the heart of God is the heart of a mother. -St Therese of Lisieux

Let your light shine!


The poem was considered from the WordPress daily prompt of stroll and sacrifice.