Let's see. Since I last posted:

I've walked an estimated 50 miles with my baby during our sometimes pre-dawn walks in South Park-
Lost and gained the same 7-8 pounds, can't seem to figure this one out-
Participated in the launch of The Crossing Macomb which is going great-
Sorted through more boxes of nostalgia from mom and dad's-
Laughed myself silly over something Kev did that I can't share-
Decked the house out in harvest colors-
Closed the pool-
Put a new roof on the house-
Had lunch with the aunts-
Tossed a bunch of junk mail-
Maintained my natural nails-
And prayed a lot.

That's not everything. But it's a post. Hope your fall is your best ever...

little miss sunshine...

Last Friday, while sorting through boxes (and boxes) of cards saved by both my mom and dad over the years (emphasis, "years") I was reminded that mom used to call me "sunshine". Veronica actually opened the card and said she didn't remember that nickname. I honestly hadn't thought about it in years, but mom indeed used to call me sunshine. Funny how fast something like that can take you back. Way back. Not sure how I got it: maybe the platinum hair, maybe my sense of humor that always reminded her of dad's youngest sister Joyce (or Butchie, another nickname with unknown origins,) maybe my perky or easy-going personality or a combination thereof, but seeing it there in her handwriting made me smile. Knowing how my Shawna Lynn lights up the room and my heart when I see her walk in, it might just be because mom loved me a lot. (not more, just a lot...) I'll never really know but it made me feel loved and known. And I'm keeping the card...