I ordered these sweet gift tags from Sharon Chapman who blogs at
*Wildflowerhouse.* Sharon included the little lighthouse watercolor note card. Fat chance that that's getting mailed off anywhere. I'll find it a frame some fine day.
I ordered this lavender sachet made from a bridal gown at Dawn's shop. Dawn blogs at *The Feathered Nest.*
In Falling Snow was a win from Luanne who blogs at *A Bookworm's World.* Luanne is a librarian so has her finger on the pulse of the latest publications. I very much enjoy visiting her blog and, when I saw a book that sounded this interesting and which she herself gave a favorable review, I tossed my name into the cap and came up the winner. Fun! No, I haven't yet read the book — I'm saving it for falling snow.
It was a beautiful day for a soccer game!
Both of the grands are playing on the same team this year, which makes it all very convenient.
The younger throwing the ball back into the game. Delighted he was to be chosen for the task, too.
Into every game a few disappointments must fall — when it's your turn to sit out.
If we think too much about the possibilities, we can worry and wind up chewing on something.
Ahh, yes, this is the point in the game that I really want to talk about. This is when the youngest grand, who loves being on the field so much that he literally skips about like the happiest of little boys, sat down and said, "Coach, take me out. I'm just not doing a very good job."
This is what the coach said: Get up, Jake. You're doing a very good job. Go where I tell you and don't be afraid.
Last summer, Sam (of broken leg fame) had told us that he was giving up soccer. He said that it didn't feel very good to get kicked in the ankles. I saw the possibilities and nearly felt them myself. It sure was exciting sometimes!