Home is a shelter from the storms of life, but only if love lives there.

Our house is just a house. Nothing big and fancy; it doesn’t even have a garage. But it’s home. It’s old, its falling apart, and the yard work is sometimes too much for us to handle. But, it’s home. Sometimes hubby and I get mad and argue. Sometimes I threaten to leave and never come back. But we always kiss and make up. We always forgive and forget. Well, he does. Sometimes I don’t bury the hatchet very deep. The point is, we love each other. We stand by each other. He protects me and makes me feel safe and I’d fight a grizzly bear for him. That’s why we’ve been married forty-nine years. That’s why we’ll be married another forty-nine years if we live long enough; which I seriously doubt. But my point is, no matter how big and magnificent your home may be, if love doesn’t live there, it’s not a home at all. It’s just a fancy place to live.

I hope you enjoy my creations and that you won’t hesitate to use them for your own projects. One of my scrapbooking friends used my art work, made several greeting cards and gave them to me. As a gift, I shared them with my family and friends. There’s just something special about giving and receiving homemade gifts.

Children’s children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children. Proverbs 17:6

After my son and one and only was born, I was in and out of the hospital. One operation led to another until my cervix was so butchered and scarred that ever getting pregnant again was impossible. Finally, at the age of twenty-seven, I had to have a hysterectomy. But that’s okay! My son had four children and his two oldest had four of their own. Well, almost. My granddaughter is due her fourth in September, three months from now. I thank God for his many blessings through my beautiful, growing family!