Sweetie and I had people over for dinner last night. The first in our newly decorated and painted dining room. For me it was a bittersweet moment. It felt good and sad at the same time. Mom and Dad and 2 beloved sisters were absent, but my Jacksonville sisters and Br/Fr. Georges filled the room with love and laughter. Pork chop juice was spilled all over Georges' niece, Angela, officially making her one of the family and baptizing the furniture. Tomorrow Georges will bless the house and with that I think it Sweetie and I can officially call it "home." I hope it will always be a place my sisters, nieces, nephews, cousins and grandkids will want to visit. It may say Ellington-Cook on the mailbox but it will always have the heart of Casa de Reynolds.
I must say that even though I thought my Family Tree was exquisite before, adding the pictures brought my idea to life. I love it. Love, Love, Love it. In the end, I didn't even think of an order. I grabbed a picture, looked at the tree, hammered in a nail and hung it. No rhyme or reason. And it could not be any better. Except to continue adding pictures.
Today I'm grateful for creative ideas and the willingness to run with possibility.
I'm grateful for a husband, sisters and friends to share my home with.
I'm grateful to Dennis from Empire Carpets for removing and replacing the peed on carpet pads, and to Precision Carpet for cleaning it one more time. I can't say it smells like a rose, but it doesn't smell like a dog urinal either.
I'm grateful for blessings, large and small.
Wishing for you a family to call your own.