With spring’s storms, rain comes to wash away the gloom of winter and brighten our lives with the lush beauty of the natural world.  With the warming temperatures, our friendships also tend to deepen as we spend time enjoying one another outdoors with barbeques and get-togethers.

Spring gives way to summer’s long hot days which encourage us to slow down and splash in the cool water.

While autumn brings a blistering winds, it ushers in a refreshing crispness and a bouquet of reds and golds raining in the trees.

Winter chases us inside with its frigid temperatures but the quiet landscape is gorgeous decorated with white snow.  Winter also seems to bring families together as they gather to warm their hearts and souls in front of the hearth.

Photo: Johnathan_W

Not only does Mother Nature bless us with unique gifts with the changing of the seasons, I find that I am lavished with fluctuations through out the day. As of late, my emotions seem to be running the gambit – lets just thank Mother Nature again for this as I have been “blessed” with early (at 36!) perimenopause.

Even though my days don’t run as smoothly as I wish, I am blessed to have both the highs and the lows. The highs are appreciated so much more when it was only moments ago the lows were visiting as I tend to upset much more easily than normal.

During this season of my life, I was not expecting to be dealing with this emotional roller coaster but planned on simply enjoying my wonderful family.  However, my emotional travels provide for a very full life.

My quick temper brings with it the opportunity to practice patience.

The sadness reminds me to take time to focus on all of my blessings – especially our two sons and my wonderful husband.

While the frustration teaches me that I can’t always have my way.

As I walk through the seasons of my day, I am growing (hopefully!) while relishing the life God has so graciously blessed me with!

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In an attempt to make sure that my little ones feel loved, I am going to try to incorporate more of the following:

• Take the time to stop what I am doing and truly listen to them.  Giving someone your undivided attention lets them know that you care about that person and what they are saying.
• Read aloud to them every day – several times a day, if possible!  No matter how old my children become, I am going to continue to read to them nightly.  You can never be too old to be read to!
• Schedule time to spend with each child individually.  Not only do children need to know that we love them, but also that they are special enough to take time to get to know them better by spending time with them one-on-one.
• Touch them – hug them, kiss them, tussle their hair, tickle them – use loving touch to remind them of your love.
• Surprise them with a sweet note in their lunchbox or a specially cut sandwich.
• When they participate in an event -  whether that is a sport, a dance, a concert, an art show, or just a impromptu puppet show – truly watch and pay attention to them.  They are showing their love in their actions, we must do the same!

Visit Mom’s the Word for more ideas to Make Your Home Sing.

“I would like to achieve a state of inner spiritual grace from which I could function and give as I was meant to in the eye of God.”

- Anne Morrow Lindbergh

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Here are some of the ways I am going to try to show my love just how much I love him:

1. Make him his favorite treat just because.  He loves chocolate chip cookies!
2. Set aside uninterrupted time to spend with him in the evening instead of pursuing my own interests to let him know that he is important to me.  More often than not, once we get the kids in bed, we tend to migrate to our own activities until we go to bed.  We rarely make the time to reconnect with each other on a regular basis like we need to.
3. Complete his chores for him.  Even if it is a simple as bringing the trash bins in from the street after refuge and recycling has run, it make his day that much easier.
4. Write him a love letter telling him why I love him – not just that I love him.  Everyone needs validation from time to time, and what a great way to share the wonderful way he makes me feel than to reaffirm all of the wonderful qualities he possesses.  This is a gift that will keep on giving as he can read it any time that the wants a pick-me-up.
5. Show him that I want him, not just need him.  Cheap Trick expressed how we all feel so well – “I want you to want me.  I need you to need me. I’d love you to love me.”  I want him to know that I choose him day after day because he is the man that I love and want, not just my best friend.

What special things do you do for your husband?  I would love more ideas to help DH feel how special and loved he is!

This post is linked to Make Your Home Sing Monday.

Photo: Corin@ 2008

The Beauty of Winter

• The glistening of icicles delicately dangling from the rooftops.
• The peaceful beauty of new-fallen snow.
• The view of little ones enveloped in cuddly, footed jammies.
• The crackling fire flickering its soft, brilliant light in the fireplace.
• The tracks left in the snow by wildlife reminding us that we share this special place and time with other creatures.

Photo: Tiffany Washko

The Joy of the Cold

• Watching the kids play… and play… and play… in the snow until we force them to come in to warm themselves with delicious hot cocoa and mini-marshmallows.
• The warmth of my favorite mug warming my hands while sipping steaming hot cocoa.
• Cuddling on the couch with my husband to watch a movie after our children are asleep.
• The crispness in the air and the crunch of snow under your feet as you traverse through a world where the ice and snow have changed the landscape and life seems new.
• Snuggling with the little ones while discovering new worlds and revisiting beloved ones through the pages of marvelous books.
• The warm kitchen with the scrumptious smell of brownies baking in the oven wafting through the house.

Photo:  Michael Wade

Self-Indulgences

• The excuse that it is simply too cold to go outside allowing me to pursue my indoor pleasures while enjoying the beauty of the outdoors through the windows sheltering me from the frigid temperatures outside.
• My familiar, old, flannel nightgown protecting me from the chill of the cold, dark night.
• Thick, soft, warm socks caressing my feet and keeping my tootsies toasty.
• Being curled up in a cozy cocoon of my favorite throw while reading a great book.

Some of these pleasures are available year-round while others are truly wintry treats.  Even when our funds are scant, our hearts can be overflowing with joy and love as we delight in the wonders and beauty of the season without spending any money.

What do you enjoy during the special time of winter?

This post is linked to Finer Things Friday and Frugal Fridays.

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• Our family is in good health with our little boys growing stronger and faster than I could ever imagine.
• Our marriage has grown very strong over the past year with a deepening appreciation of and love for one another.
• Our homeschooling adventure seems to be going well.
• Our children are happy and enjoy life.
• We are blessed with friends to share are ups and downs with.
• We have been able to visit with our extended family who we do not live near.
• We have more than enough to meet our needs.

Our family has been truly blessed!!

I hope that when you sit down to count your blessings you loose track as your blessings far exceed your ability to keep count!  May 2010 bless you with all of your heart’s desires and all of the beauties life has to offer!  Happy New Year!

It started to happen gradually.  One day I was walking my son Jake to school.  I was holding his hand and we were about to cross the street when the crossing guard said to him, “Who is that with you, young fella?” “Nobody,” he shrugged. Nobody? The crossing guard and I laughed. My son is only 5, but as we crossed the street I thought, “Oh my goodness, nobody?”

I would walk into a room and no one would notice. I would say something to my family – like “Turn the TV down, please” – and nothing would happen. Nobody would get up, or even make a move for the remote. I would stand there for a minute, and then I would say again, a little louder, “Would someone turn the TV down?” Nothing.

Just the other night my husband and I were out at a party. We’d been there for about three hours and I was ready to leave. I noticed he was talking to a friend from work. So I walked over, and when there was a break in the conversation, I whispered, “I’m ready to go when you are.”  He just kept right on talking. That’s when I started to put all the pieces together. I don’t think he can see me. I don’t think anyone can see me. I’m invisible.

It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I’m on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I’m thinking, “Can’t you see I’m on the phone?”  Obviously not. No one can see if I’m on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.  I’m invisible.

Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this?  Can you tie this? Can you open this?  Some days I’m not a pair of hands; I’m not even a human being. I’m a clock to ask, “What time is it?” I’m a satellite guide to answer, “What number is the Disney Channel?” I’m a car to order, “Right around 5:30, please.”

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude -  but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.  She’s going she’s going she’s gone!

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.  It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package,  and said, “I brought you this.”  It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn’t exactly sure why she’d given it to me until I read her inscription: “To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.”

In the days ahead I would read – no, devour – the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:
* No one can say who built the great cathedrals – we have no record of their names.
* These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
* They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
* The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.

A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, “Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.” And the workman replied, “Because God sees.”

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.  It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, “I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you’ve done, no sequin you’ve sewn on, no cupcake you’ve baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can’t see right now what it will become.”

At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life.  It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness.  It is the antidote to my strong stubborn pride.

I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see  finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don’t want my son to tell the friend he’s bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, “My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.” That would mean I’d built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, “You’re gonna love it there.”