Think about . .

Embroidered handkerchiefs.

Vanilla and sugar.

Meeting the love of my life.

Cinnamon toast at a sleepover at ten years old.


Hot chocolate pudding, with melted butter on top.

Yellow balloons too, and Mom knows why.  🙂

A kiss from my husband (a.k.a., the love of my life).

Buttercream roses, as they make their appearance in Hazel’s Amazing Mother.

The laugh of someone jolly in the other room . . right before falling asleep.

Shamrock green and the color of toast.

Puppy’s fur.

My mother’s grin.

Honeysuckle on a country trellis.

A cafeteria decorated by holiday.

The glint of a marble racing down a whirly path.

Silky lotion on rough hands.

God’s Word on hard hearts.

Opening a cookbook for the first time.

Wedding rings.

Warm water on a winter’s night.

The first snowball of the season.

The smell of Hawaii.

Watching my husband read a book as I type.

A restaurant dedicated to apples.

A baby’s fist curled around my finger.

MacDonald’s toys when I was five years old.

The smell of right-out-of-the-toaster strawberry tarts.

.                  .                  .                  .                  .                  .

With all the evil in the world, it’s important to think about things that please God.

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things. (Philippians 4:8, NIV)

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  1. This is beautifulTeej

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