golden waves of TGIT happiness

Little did she know, as she was preparing for doom to strike in the form of her first East Coast winter, that the Beloved had other plans.  Let there be Texas weather in Virginia.  And it was as He commanded.  And He saw that it was very very Good.  

This week has blown the lid off of the Expect the Unexpected jar.  Lidless explosions of unexpected beauty in unexpected places has ensued, and I bask and I revel and I squeal in the car, windows down, hair blowing, sun beaming, dress fluttering (because I am wearing DRESSES.  NOT pants).  I have happy feet.  Feet that have missed the sweet kiss of relief when they embrace a shaded sidewalk.  

As for my camera, happy is not a strong enough word.  
My camera is ecstatic.  

She has missed her weeping willows floating and swaying their delicate green tendrils in the slightest breeze.  

As I have mentioned, chiffon is my most favorite fabric.  Weeping willows are my favorite tree.  They both move the same way in a breeze.  Gently, femininely, almost tenderly.  As if to comfort the eyes of the beholder or the skin of the wearer.  

This week I have drunk deeply from the cup of Love God has filled to overflowing, and it has breathed unexpected joys into my soul.  I am so thankful for so many things that I am going to just start blamming out a list. To try to contain some uncontainable goodness.

I am so thankful for Lianna and Sophia and new baby girl almost ready for her glorious debut.  

I am thankful for my sisters who get downright giddy right along with me about the Heavenly downpour of sunshine and warmth, and text and call me on the most beautiful day 2012 can boast thus far to share in the beauty.  Because that’s what sisters do.  

I am thankful for Ella, and how she teaches me about myself, about Jesus, and about the Mercy of God every day.  

I am thankful for my job and that I get to live the life of a fake mom.

 I get to meet up with beautiful real mamas and cheers to the sunshine with Spring in a cup.

I get to snuggle and kiss my beloved niece extra times a week, because fake moms can do that sort of thing.  

thank you, Lianna, for this AMAZING picture.

I get to take pictures of munchkins being happy because Spring makes any child at heart brim and bubble and basically beam with sparkly happiness. 

And at this point my gushing has gotten out of hand. It's too late to apologize, we have passed the point of no return from high on Spring land. It’s those extra doses of Vitamin D I am getting lately.  It’s making me giddy.

I am thankful for this Botanical Garden, and the little plot of golden rods willingly bending to the whims of the winds.  

This little field waved at me from afar, singing her irresistible siren song, and I knew I was meant to take photos of a pregnant mama and her little mouse in it. 

And the pregnant mama did the same for a certain auntie and her little dumpling. 

 It was positively Providential, I say.  Unexpected.  Beautiful.  Total gift from the Creator to His unworthy creatures.

I told Christina this morning that I am pretty sure if I went back there, the field would have disappeared. It was too magical to be real.  



I am thankful.  It is Thursday.  I am super thankful for that.  The weekend is whispering sweet nothings into my ear, and beginning a siren song of its' own to lure me forth.  It's a little tough to make out, but it is saying something about wearing green head to toe on Saturday.  And another thing about coffee with friends and brunch with family.  And a day for Resurrection and a dive into the Oasis for a small relief from the heat of the desert sun.  Sing on, Thursday. Sing on.

feeling new baby girl's hiccoughs.  I almost started crying it was so miraculous.