Visualizing Hope in the New Year

Dear Reader:

Have you ever thought what “hope” would look like if you could turn it into an image…realistic or symbolic….it doesn’t matter…just the image in your mind.

Eva Cate and I got to the movies early Saturday for the first showing of Mary Poppins Returns at 11:00. The doors were still locked. So we went to the Southern Living shop to browse…where I could comfortably live out my life in all the store’s accessories….so cute, so quaint…so to my liking… except for my pocket book.

It was there where I found my letters for HOPE…boy did the old ones need replacing…they were tattered and torn and faded almost into oblivion. I sure couldn’t let hope fade away, especially at the fresh start of a new year!

Emily Dickinson saw hope as a bird…when I re-read her poem again yesterday…her ideas on hope brought new insights for me….don’t you love it when you realize someone else has just expressed what you feel but haven’t been able to capture in your own thoughts?

When you take time to read more of the poem, more clarity on the perception of hope becomes available…..

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –

I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet, never, in Extremity.
It asked a crumb – of Me.

In the first stanza think about how much courage it takes to sing something without the lyrics or a set melody…just open your mouth and let whatever is in you come out….now that really is hope.

Hope never ceases to exist…even in the worst storms that confront us in our lives… hope continues to comfort us.

Hope never demands payment for us in return for its services. It is everywhere at any time when we need it but no thanks is expected in return for being our constant companion.  Wow!

Hope for me is an orange balloon. In one special scene from Mary Poppins Returns…Angela Lansbury, the balloon woman, gives balloons out to the park visitors with a word of advice….“Pick the right color and the right balloon for you and you will go as high as you have earned …by good deeds done.” (For some this meant the balloon just dropped to the ground.) But for others….hope…they flew higher than they had ever dreamed… seeing the world through different eyes.

For all of us Clemson fans….hope is flying high…tonight will be our greatest challenge to date…but if you win you want to have beaten the best. Orange hope for one and all shall lie….with the Tigers “who will fly high.” (I put some mementos together to create a Tiger wreath for tonight!)

I will spend the first half of the game  at my neighbors’  Sam and Donna Clark’s house and then come home to root, hope, and pray Clemson through the second half…via iphone with Donna. Go Tigers!

*Don’t forget! The West Ashley Chick-Fil-A on Savannah Highway will be offering “Tiger Paw” biscuits this morning from 6:30-10:30 – only at their location. So if you live close by and are a big Clemson fan….go get yourself a “Tiger Paw” biscuit! Great way to start the day! (Wish all of them were doing it!)




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“We Can’t Lose What Was Never Lost”


Dear Reader:

Yesterday I finally got to go see Mary Poppins Returns...I had been wanting to go throughout the holidays. I was waiting on Eva Cate to be able to go and finally yesterday her temperature was gone and she was feeling more like herself again.

I was not disappointed. I think if anyone wants a duplicate of the original version they might have been…but time marches on and the depth of the story of the songs that were sung were deeper and more meaningful as the lyrics came returning back to me last evening at home.

Perhaps Eva Cate said it best to Mandy when we got back…“Sometimes it (movie) was scary and sometimes sad but everyone found out that (together) they had never really been lost and then they were all so happy!”  (I gave Eva Cate a special edition magazine of the movie signed and dated so the day will be remembered as a special Boo and Eva Cate adventure.)

Friday I had taken a “moon ball” to Jake to play with and he loved it…had craters in it and really bounced high…to the point that he was told to wait until Saturday morning to play with it outside. Around 6 and again around 7 yesterday morning…I felt little fingers prying my eyelids apart and whispering “It is getting light outside Boo Boo and I can’t find my moon ball.”  (These words would be heard again in the movie yesterday afternoon (with a little adaptation) from the most beautiful song/lyrics in the movie.)

Do you ever lie awake at night / Just between the dark and the morning light / Searching for the things you used to know?

By the time I left yesterday afternoon I had forgotten to ask if Jake found his moon ball…Eva Cate had picked out a candy surcie for both of them (Jake was happily licking away.)

Besides he had already moved on to riding his bike…John assured me that he lost something every night…truck or car or the latest toy and it always turned up eventually (from the place where the lost things go.)  It was just a way of life in the Turner household. It would turn up eventually…it always did.

This was basically the theme in the new version of Mary Poppins…the theme that things we think we lose in life are never really lost…they just go to a special place and time. In Mary Poppins Returns….Michael Banks (the youngest of the original Banks children) has lost his wife. The time is the Great Depression and his house is about to be re-possessed unless he can find some savings certificates which appear to be hopelessly lost too.

Of course an East Wind blows in Mary Poppins to show the whole family that nothing is really lost in this life…it only goes to the “place where the lost things go …a place where they are waiting for us to return.”  The motherless children soon learn this important lesson about their mother as well when Mary Poppins sings to them…

Do you ever lie awake at night / Just between the dark and the morning light / Searching for the things you used to know / Looking for the place where the lost things go / Do you ever dream or reminisce / Wondering where to find what you truly miss / Or maybe all those things that you love so / Are waiting in the place where the lost things go

Memories you’ve shed gone for good you feared / They’re all around you still though they’ve disappeared / Nothing’s really left or lost without a trace / Nothing’s gone forever only out of place / So maybe now the dish and my best spoon / Are playing hide and seek just behind the moon / Waiting there until it’s time to show / Spring is like that now far beneath the snow / Hiding in the place where the lost things go

Time to close your eyes so sleep can come around / For when you dream you find all that’s lost is found / Maybe on the moon / Or maybe somewhere new maybe all you’re missing lives inside of you / So when you need her touch and loving gaze / Gone but not forgotten is the perfect phrase / Smiling from a star that she makes flow / Trust she’s always there watching as you grow / Find her in the place where the lost things go

…………………………………………………………………. U-Tube (4 minute video)

So until tomorrow…Everything is connected in the universe…even the lost things that aren’t really lost at all.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

When Mollie sent me this photo of the two cutest ring bearers around- Rutledge and Lachlan in their Aunt Whitney’s recent wedding…I thought to myself that this memory moment must never be lost…too cute to forget. (And miraculously even the ring didn’t get lost! 🙂

*Happiness is….news that Louise Penny is already practically finished with her next detective book (in the series) so we won’t have such a long wait. Anne’s sisters are big “Armand Gamache” fans and Lucy sent both of us (Anne and I ) this sweet reminder (coffee mug) of “Three Pines” the fictional location (in Canada) for the mysteries. Thank you Lucy…a great way to end the day….and my prayers go with you throughout your last chemo procedures. It is all good and going to get better! 🙂



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Our “Blue Marble” Home

Dear Reader:

It is hard to believe that this first “Blue Marble” photo of Earth was taken December 21, 1968….fifty years ago. It changed our whole visual perspective on this planet we call home….this ‘blue marble’ floating in the inky blackness of space. What a miracle it is!

From the weekly offering  “Spotlight on Kindness”  the editors had this to say about this life-altering photo taken from the Apollo 8 crew on their mission to circle the moon and return home alive.

“We first had a glimpse of Earth from space 50 years ago. We had to travel far to finally be able to turn the camera back to see and reflect on our own image. The first humbling  image of our blue marble revealed how small we were in depthless black space. There are no borders seen from space – just our fragile shared home. Let’s start 2019 by reflecting on our common home and humanity…with no boundaries or borders…just its inhabitants.” Ameeta

In space every perspective is changed because our surroundings define our concept of who we are. If we are in a building, perhaps where we work or live, this is our environment ….the world in which we exist in our daily lives. If our daily lives are fringed by rivers, oceans, deserts, trees, or mountains…that equates to our definition of who we are by proximity.

Take this next photo for example….what we think we see and what we actually see are sometimes not the same….it depends on our own proximity and personal perception as to what really exists and what exists as our world in our minds.


Let us never forget that we are all travelers on the same planet. When this beautiful “blue marble” first appeared to the Apollo 8 astronauts…they defined it as a “gift to cherish.”

Humans’ track record of maintaining our beautiful blue marble is not one we can reflect on with pride. We have tainted this gift with our continuous quest for greed and power. It is never too late, however, to start some serious “spring, summer, fall and winter” cleaning…doing what is right for the environment… for our home… for everyone living in it.

So until tomorrow….When we look at our planet as our home…one inhabited by all of us….we realize just how connected we really are. We must make the most opportunity, in our life times,  to keep our home clean and healthy for those who follow.

“A Blessing to Take with You Through The Day”  Douglas Pagets

Find serenity in everyday living

Envision the gift of this day

When happiness comes to visit you

Encourage it to stay. 


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We Rise by Lifting Others

Dear Reader:

Isn’t it strange how burdens, over time, become some of our fondest memories? Sometimes the most difficult stages in our lives produce some of the most magical moments…moments we would never have had if it weren’t for the challenging circumstances enveloping the tough reality of a particular time period with a loved one.

No doubt for me…this was mother’s last years at the Presbyterian Village fighting dementia, confusion, and limited mobility due to a stroke. I remember overhearing mother and Aunt Eva (her sister) talk continuously throughout Eva’s visits… about not wanting to live past their ability to be independent and keep an active role in their family’s lives. Neither woman wanted to give up their homes or apartments in exchange for a institutional type environment.  Neither woman got her wish.

Dementia and a stroke changed mother’s life radically and quickly…leaving neither one of us time to make the emotional adjustment. Still…when it came down to the moment of decision, it was mother who told me it was time to go to the Presbyterian Home (as it was known then) because she had woken up that day and not known where she was. If there was one thing she wanted to avoid more than nursing home it was not being a burden on me or my brother.

With my brother living away and me, as a single parent, still teaching…with children at home…the choices back then were very limited…especially with college tuitions looming and monetary resources limited.

Looking back on it….mother’s tough decision to do what she never wanted to do….was one of the most selfless beautiful acts of courage I ever witnessed….if we had put off this decision, even a few months, mother would not have gotten in…her stroke came less than half a year following her entrance.

Emotionally…it was tough…there is no way to sugar-coat it…but some of the most intimate beautiful moments we shared as a mother -daughter (even though mother struggled with my name) still makes me smile today. There was no pretense between us…it was like we were just really close friends who depended on each other and learned to love the ducks and ponds around the facility…giving names to several of our favorites… We lived in our own time cocoon completely unaware of the outside world for a few precious hours.

I probably learned more about life going through this experience that I ever have before or since….and my burdens were always lifted when we could still share a smile together.

I had forgotten about this little legend but I came across it yesterday and knew it was the perfect story for today.


An old legend relates that long ago God had a great many burdens which He wished to have carried from one place to another on earth, so He asked the animals to lend a hand. But all of them began to make excuses for not helping: the elephant was too dignified; the lion, too proud; and so on. Finally the birds came to God and said, “If you will tie the burdens into small bundles, we’ll be glad to carry them for you. We are small but we would like to help.”

So God fastened upon the back of each one a small bundle, and they all set out walking across the plain to their destination. They sang as they went, and did not seem to feel the weight of their burdens at all. Every day the burdens seemed lighter and lighter, until the loads seems to be lifting the birds, instead of the birds carrying the burdens.

When they arrived at their destination, they discovered that when they removed their loads, there were wings in their place, wings which enabled them to fly to the sky and the tree tops.

They had learned how to carry their burdens, and their loads had become wings to carry them nearer to God. Burdens we carry for others may become wings of the spirit, to lift us into happiness such as we have never known.


So until tomorrow…Let us look at how we define a “burden”…if we look at the situation from different lenses…we come to see potential “burdens” as beautiful gifts of precious moments with someone we love. Someone who was once there for us when we needed them.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

*I was so lucky yesterday when I went to see one of my guardian angels, Harriett Edwards, (from my early breast cancer days) because she was surrounded with grandchildren and Rebecca was home, her daughter who is my own daughter Mandy’s age. They went through school together.

We had such fun catching up. (I also taught Rebecca in the eighth grade…though, honestly, we could have exchanged desks…she was and is just that smart!)

Like me Harriett had been diagnosed with breast cancer once too… but in her case cancer-free for 13 years. Unfortunately “little c” has come knocking on her door again… under a different disguise…but Harriett is taking no prisoners. She is on top of it and hope is not only alive and well…but laughing and enjoying the grandchildren.

She named her New Year Calendar (2019) “Hope” and marks off each day of treatment with a heart…a very big heart!

We had such fun going down memory lane and getting caught up with each other’s lives. Harriett and I are both so blessed to have so many amazing grandchildren.

*In the picture above you see two of them! On the right is one of Rebecca’s beautiful girls…Rhett Caroline Gray and on the left is Frankie’s “tiny tiny”  – little Miss Maggie Belle Watson. They are adorable and the best medicine around…right Harriett!





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Lean On Me…God’s Strength is Our Strength

Dear Reader:

Yesterday was the day I always dread…taking down the Christmas decorations…I love them so! Once down everything looks plain and dull in contrast to all the lights that once shone. I am a person who thrives in an environment surrounded in light.

Still…on a bright note I am slowly but surely getting my strength back again. The pain in my left foot is not only tolerable now…but I am having more moments of time when I forget there has been anything wrong with the left foot.

Friday I return for another check-up and I don’t know what or where the appointment will lead…but I know deep inside that I am starting to feel like my old self for the first time in quite awhile…and that is the most important thing!

When we go from feeling strong and ready to take on whatever life brings to feeling weak and powerless against pain and the physical and emotional restrictions of an  illness or accident placed along our path….it can seem overwhelming at times. I sure have felt this way.

And then one night a special inner light was lit by a strange phenomenon that occurred. I will just tell it like it happened.

My home is bi-level. When you enter you walk down stairs to my “happy room” (den/living room.) In order to get back to the bathrooms and bedroom there is one set of steps on the right. If you want to go to the dining room/kitchen there is another set of steps on the left. With both sets of steps…there is a banister on the right to hold onto going up the steps to the bathroom/bedrooms and a banister on the right to go down to the den from the dining room.

Those first few weeks following the Mohs surgery and subsequent challenging procedures that involved getting rid of the deep infection behind my ankle along with/ the addition of a wound vac machine at the Comprehensive Wound Center… all translated into enduring excruciating pain whenever I put any weight on my left foot.

So having the challenge of steps to overcome, whenever I warmed up food in the kitchen, or went to the bathroom or bedroom, these obstacles loomed large in my mind.

To give you an idea of the layout…here are some snapshots so you can better understand the challenges..

I tried eliminating as many trips as possible anywhere outside the den…and one was sleeping on the sofa since it was so close to the recliner…where, those first few weeks, I was spending most of my time. The toughest challenge  was when I would wake up to go use the bathroom in the middle of the night, especially when I had my wound vac machine. I had to hold onto it and then try to half hop, half slide my foot up on the next step while holding onto the right banister for support.

Because I needed a right banister to hold on to while coming down, also…(with the machine attached) I would cut through the kitchen and come down the dining room steps. I knew intuitively this trip was my most challenging mainly because I was usually half asleep and not as alert as during the day.

It must have been about the fourth or fifth week when I got up during the night, went to the bathroom and started back down the steps….it wasn’t until I had settled back down to sleep on the sofa that I sat up suddenly with a jerk.

I was so tired that night I forgot to cut through the kitchen to go down the other steps in order to have the support of the banister on the right while holding my machine with my left hand…yet I remembered feeling support coming down the staircase with my right hand???

But how?  There is no right hand banister on those set of steps…how did I not fall or at least falter? What supported me?

By the next morning I had talked myself out of this memory and thought I must have just dreamed or thought I went down the wrong set of steps. It wasn’t until I came across this scripture recently that I knew the answer to what really happened that night.

The question wasn’t What supported me that night…it was Who?

Proverbs 3:5

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.”


If I can learn that lesson this year I will be a happy person.

So until tomorrow (and every day after)

 Phillippians 4:13

“I can do all things through him who strengthens me. “

“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh

Walsh, Mollie and the children returned from their New Year’s N.C. mountain trip yesterday. John, Mandy, and the children returned from their Disney World trip yesterday. The one big difference….Walsh and Mollie left Sunday to go up to the mountains and had a four-day vacation. John and Mandy left Tuesday, New Year’s Day to go to Florida and returned early yesterday morning…less than a 24 hour vacation…they had planned to return Saturday.

Don’t let these pictures fool you…it was the calm before the storm for the family. The Turners checked in at the Wilderness Hotel….I love that one….I went there with them for Eva Cate’s first Disney experience several years ago…it is fantastic. This time it was still decorated with a huge Christmas tree and gorgeous lights everywhere.

They stopped to watch one of the Disney parades and then rode two rides before…..

Eva Cate said she was too hot and dying of thirst…it was a balmy 82 degrees (but low humidity….perfect day actually) – now as Mandy looked at her Eva Cate was broken out in goose bumps all over her. She had Jake’s “grunge” for lack of a better word and it went down hill fast…a miserable night when no one slept…so they packed up, left Orlando early early morning (4:30) and headed back home.

Very disappointing…with children and viruses…such is life. Though John said he thought they needed to give both children medical check-ups before heading out again…especially taking temperatures…the unpredictability of viruses!

Mollie let me know that they were back from the mountains yesterday and sent photos that made me laugh…looks like they did a lot of hiking and Eloise got her birthday cake….but like the majority of one-year-old birthdays the only one crying is always the one-year-old….though the taste of the cake did stop Eloise in mid-scream…..the cake did console her!

So whether one is going  through good times or bad…life is deliciously ambiguous!  (Gilda Radner)

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South Carolina and Hoppin’ Johns

Dear Reader:

I think one would be hard ‘pressed’ to get much more southern than this title picture…taken straight from my table yesterday.

It is Dingle’s version of my idea of the best first meal of the New Year….hoppin’ johns of course (rice and beans) macaroni pie… just because I love it, string beans (as a sub for collards since I like string beans more) and corn bread. My My My!…life doesn’t get much better…add some sweet tea and pecan (pee-kahn pie) for dessert and that is just about as prosperous as I need to be. Life is good!

Like any good southerner we all grew up knowing that we would be eating hoppin’ johns and greens/cornbread on January 1. And if we ate enough greens to satisfy mom….then we were rewarded with a slice of her most delicious pee-kahn pie.)

Whether you say pee-cans or pee-kahns all depends on where you grew up …Lowcountry natives prefer pee-cans.…but upper South Carolina and eastern North Carolina (where I grew up) are all pee-kahn natives.) *From the map you can tell that we pee-kahn people are definitely in the majority in this country.

I have done a little history on the superstitions and predictions about eating hoppin’ johns and greens (with a little cornbread) on New Year’s Day before….but I never knew that our own South Carolina was right in there at the beginning of the story….as far back as pre-civil war days!

My great grandmother, who was a young Charleston, S.C., girl during the War Between the States, told this story about the name ‘Hoppin’ John.’ She said late during the War and after, Southern soldiers would come to the back door and ask for food. The only food available for the most part was rice and field peas formerly used for livestock fodder. These were mixed together in a large pot which the Southern women would bring to the kitchen door and say, ‘Okay, hop in, John [Johnny Reb].’ The poor starving soldier would reach in the pot and scoop out a handful of rice and beans [peas]. (Washington Post)

It’s also uncertain why the dish became associated with New Year’s and good luck. The most likely story is that slaves would often have the period between Christmas and New Year’s off, since no crops were growing at that time. Hoppin’ John was, and still is, often eaten with collard greens, which can resemble paper money, and “golden” cornbread. The peas themselves represent coins. Some families boost the potential of their Hoppin’ John by placing a penny underneath the dishes—or adding extra pork, which is thought to bring more luck.

Here are some excerpts from different South Carolina newspapers about this southern eating tradition to start each new year.

The black-eyed pea which is also known as the cow pea, is thought to have originated in North Africa. It has been eaten for centuries. Some say it was introduced in India 3000 years ago and was a staple of Greek and Roman diets.

The black-eye pea was introduced to the New World by Spanish explorers and African slaves and became a common food in the southern United States.

One of the most popular ways of preparing these peas is “Hoppin’ John”. It is a traditional African-American dish served on New Year’s Day for good luck. There are several theories of how “Hoppin’ John” got its name. One story attributes the name to the custom of inviting guests to eat with, “Hop in, John”. Another story is that it is derived from an old ritual on New Year’s day where the children of the house hopped once around the table before eating the dish. Whatever its origin, it was definitely a staple for many people in the South and remains important today.

Here’s the only detailed recipe for Hopping/Hoppin John, by that name, that I’ve seen in the pre-1865 period, from The Carolina Housewife, 1847:

Hopping John

One pound of bacon, one pint of red peas, one pint of rice. First put on the peas, and when half boiled, add the bacon. When the peas are well boiled, throw in the rice, which must be first washed and graveled. When the rice has been boiling half an hour, take the pot off the fire and put it on coals to steam, as in boiling rice alone. Put a quart of water on the peas at first, and if it boils away too much, add a little more hot water. Season with salt and pepper, and, if liked, a sprig of green mint. In serving up, put the rice and peas first in the dish and the bacon on top.

The Carolina Housewife is known for having regional recipes, based on things the area was most famous for at the time, like peanuts or rice, that weren’t necessarily widespread yet.

Frederick Law Olmsted also mentioned “Hopping John” in connection with South Carolina, in 1855:

“…extensive communities on the banks of the Congaree, in South Carolina… Their chief sustenance is a porridge of cow-peas, and the greatest luxury with which they are acquainted is a stew of bacon and peas, with red pepper, which they call ‘Hopping John.’ “

A soldier writing to the Charleston Courier newspaper from “Camp Gadberry, John’s Island, Saturday, March 14, 1863″ mentioned “I see that it has been suggested for the different camps to plant vegetables, and I know of no place that is more suitable than our camp, especially for cow peas, as every one in the regiment dotes on Hopping John…” (Charleston Courier, March 18, 1863)


Throughout  a rich history of rice evolving into a staple crop in the lowcountry comes wonderful old stories that over the years gave us an excuse to make a mouth-watering meal on the first day of the new year….looking back on our history and forward to hope in our future.

So until tomorrow…For me this meal yesterday reminded me of by-gone days of my childhood with a family who always made sure we got started each New Year with the right foods for our physical needs and the right prayers for our spiritual ones. Thank you God for my family!

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh




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A Toast to the New Year…and New Freedoms

Dear Reader:

Many of us forget that New Year’s Eve (1862) was one of the most momentous celebrations in American history. The first recorded “Watch Night” service (a church service held on New Year’s Eve) however, was held by the Moravians in Germany in 1732…from there other cultures began adding their own church traditions to this last night of the old year welcoming in the new year with hope and endless possibilities.

Quinn Caldwell (All I Really Want) adds his thoughts on one special historical church service night as African-Americans gathered in churches throughout the land and especially in the South. They were longing for the new year like never before…praying that the confirmation, to be held on January 1, 1863… would take place the following day…that President Lincoln would sign the Emancipation Proclamation (as promised) freeing slaves in the states fighting against the union.

Caldwell asks an interesting question of all of us. If we knew we were going to be set free tomorrow…would our celebration change?

Let’s think about this for a moment.

Aren’t we all imprisoned by whatever in our lives holds us in chains? It is different for everyone…addictions of every kind…drugs, over eating, over drinking, over spending, over thinking…perhaps fear, our past, a broken relationship or financial stress? If we really thought that whatever holds us in chains…preventing us from being free to really be who we are inside…was about to be abolished…what would we do differently?

Would we go partying or perhaps fall down on our knees in church or at home alone? Would we skip the event we didn’t want to go to anyway and paid too much money for when we couldn’t really afford it and instead call someone we really love and spend a quiet evening together with a friend who has always been there for us?

When we woke up this morning we probably haven’t witnessed anything quite as dramatic as an Emancipation Proclamation…but shouldn’t we still celebrate the chance to change our lives and free ourselves from the chains that hold us back from living a completely fulfilled life?

So until tomorrow….God, stay with me today and teach me to expect freedom. Make me expect a whole new world this new year with endless possibilities to seek and discover in Your Name. Make your vision clear to me.  Amen.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

*Don’t forget to say “Rabbit” to start off the first day of the first month of the first new year! I posted “rabbit” signs all around so I wouldn’t forget…don’t want a repeat of 2018 if I can help it….all I want in the New Year is good health…with that.. happiness will follow.

And look at the colors for 2019….right up my alley….starting with ORANGE!

Eloise had a wonderful birthday and had her cake moment which is very special for a one-year-old. Mollie sent some more photos of the day and year….it is a special birthday!

*I rarely post on Facebook but thank all of you for the sweet comments on her birthday yesterday ….have missed hearing from some of you and wishing you a Happy Happy New Year! 🙂


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