I recently discovered an amazing thing. You can mass delete photos. I know. I know. You probably already knew that. I’m sure everyone knew that. Except me. I’m a low tech girl in a high tech world, remember? Finally being able to whittle the images down made the overwhelming task not so, ahem, whelming? Is […]
Author: Summer D.
Human
We’re human. We’re real. We’re not a bunch of two dimensional characters found between the pages of a book. We are so much more than the plot of somebody’s story. We are our own story. Flesh and bones, Muscles and breath. We’re real. So very, painfully real.
That Old Country Road
If you were to look for me on any given Monday evening, you would find me sitting in a covered riding arena, cheering my eleven year old on while she tackled the trot and the canter. Located about ten minutes south of us, this arena has become our second home over the past few […]
Getting Ready for Halloween
The sun is setting sooner, the air is getting crisper and the leaves are transforming from green to golden red hues. Fall is here and if you listen closely you can hear us cheer. Halloween is near! I’ve been slowly pulling out all of my fall and Halloween decor from boxes and bins, and after […]
When God Says Clean? You Clean.
So a funny thing happened in the past twenty-four hours. I’ve been wanting a new living room set for a long time. Especially since moving here. I haven’t been in a rush though at times I felt more impatient than usual. Yesterday was sort of in the middle. It just kept popping into my mind. […]
Rainy Days Are The Best Days
Well hello there! I’ve been avoiding my blog because I have a major case of Writer’s Block. Rather than stress about the lack of words and zero motivation, I’m curled up on my couch having a Harry Potter marathon. And we can’t have a magical movie day without a nice hot cup of Butterbeer Latte. […]
The Pursuit of Happiness- A Perfectly Patriotic Photoshoot
What better way to commemorate a friendship than a photographic post? A patriotic one at that.
A Letter to the Tired Moms (that’s all of us)
Your worth is not measured by how much money you have in the bank or the size of your house. Or whether you can sit on your couch without pushing a weeks worth of clothes onto the floor; right on top of that fort built out of blocks.
The Artist of My Soul
Paint me a new day,
Oh Artist of my soul.
Create in me a new heart,
As your picture is made whole.