~ Capturing the context of contentment in everyday life ~
We visited friends in Austin this weekend, and I found this beautiful image of Our Lady on my friend’s kitchen counter. I’m on a search to find out where to get a copy of this!! I think she is so very beautiful!!
Our trip to Austin this past weekend was for the Texas Rally for Life. I took a minute to say hey to Abby Johnson and snap a few photos!
Jonathan (squinting into the sun) and Abby. Speaking of, Abby posted my post, “Four Words I’ll Never Forget” on Facebook on Monday. Crashed the site. Really. That lady has some pull! :)
These two little buggers. Drive me crazy all afternoon, refusing to clean their room. So, I go all Pa Ingalls on them and tell ’em no dinner till it’s done. They’re eating cold quesadillas at 8 PM and THEN proceed to get all cute, snuggling on the couch while watching ‘Mythbusters’. (In this photo they are very worried about the guy jumping off a roof wrapped in bubble wrap. It all ended well).
Too cute to stay mad at for long. That’s why God made kids cute…
My mom came for a quick visit yesterday, and that is always preceded by a fast ‘run around the house and pick stuff up’ session. This is what I scooped up off of our kitchen counter. I was trucking it into my room to hide it away when I realize it was a pretty funny conglomeration of my life. So, I took a photo. And then left the pile on the table for the rest of the day…
Mom brought our family a real treat! A stack of books belonging to my dad and my mother’s father.
I had fun rearranging my bookshelves! Here’s the newest additions! Check out those 1911 Charles Dickens and the so very 50’s version of Tom Sawyer!
my grandmother’s handwriting – ’cause I’m not so sure my dad would have bothered to put his name in his books? :)
And then, there’s this treasure! We figure it must have been some sort of college text book. There’s all sorts of writing inside the front cover – names after names crossed out.
My grandfather’s signature, Lynwood Bascomb Hardin. I never met him, he passed away when my mom was about 4 years old.
Someone who had this text really appreciated Henry David Thoreau, as do I!
I love a few of the handwritten notes:
“Lacks coherence, but hangs together fairly well as a whole”
“don’t take Thoreau too seriously…”
Also, I’m up for the “Sheenazing Blogging Awards” over at A Knotted Life! Would you consider voting for me? Here’s the contest page, and The Loveliest Hour has been nominated for “Best looking blog” and “blog with best memes”.