I have heard that you can catch more flies with honey...so I'm hoping that I can add more sweetness to my life and the lives of others if I focus on all that's great and wonderful in my life. Is it hard for you to sometimes remember all of the good things because one, little, teeny, weeny bad thing happens and clouds out all that greatness? It is for me. 

Have you ever heard this song? This is the Stuff

It describes the scenario perfectly. 

My weekend started off a little rocky. Friday night we had Family Night as planned. We watched Night at the Museum, and I fell asleep much earlier than I normally do. And I believe all things happen for a reason, because at 1:30 a.m. my husband woke me up because he was in excruciating pain. I called my parents and my dad came over (yes in the wee hours of the morning - THANK GOD!). My husband was having severe pain in his kidneys, so off to the hospital we went. Not exactly how we had planned for the night to go. But I thank God that I fell asleep early so I could drive him to the hospital. And I thank God that he is feeling better now. 

We relaxed most of Saturday. Except that it's really hard for me to just relax, so that afternoon I decided I needed to clean and proceeded to do just that. It therapeutic for me. I know that's weird. By the time the evening rolled around the only thing I could mentally or physically do was fall asleep. 

Sunday we had planned for my family to come over to celebrate my brother's birthday. And it was one of the best days ever. I need and want days just. like. this. 

My mom came over and brought a bunch of food. She cooked, I helped, we talked, I loved it. The kids played. My husband went out and enjoyed being outside with them. And slowly our family started to arrive. My house filled with all of these people I love so much and don't spend nearly the amount of time with that I should. That I need to spend. 

We talked, we laughed, we played games, we walked to the pond. We ate ice cream cake. We sang happy birthday. We had fun. Together. I loved it. Every second. 

So I'm going to plan more days like these. Every Sunday if I can. I want people to come over and just spend time together. These are the days that mean the most. 

And then Monday was a weekend day for me. I took the day off. I took a vacation day. My husband started a small business and has been building handcrafted furniture and art. I LOVE art. I always have, and always will. So on Monday morning I turned on my favorite, positive, uplifting music. The baby played. The boys stayed home from school, and they played. My husband relaxed. And I painted. Oh goodness how I wish I could just create art all day, every day. It felt so good. Then Debbie Ringle from Debbie Ringle Photography came over and we were on the other side of the camera. She did a lifestyle photography session with us, and I am so excited to see the photos. And I will be honest. I am terrified of having my picture taken. If there is anyone who is paranoid about she will look in a photo - it's me. So all of you all who might have a little anxiety or nerves when you schedule sessions with me...I feel you! I really do! 

I hope you all had a wonderful weekend :) 

Casey