Outside my window…it’s sunny.  It’s hot.  It’s humid.  Typical South Texas summer day.

I am thinking…this heat is draining me of all my energy.  By the time night falls, I am exhausted and ready for bed. 

I am thankful for…fresh beginnings.

From the kitchen…fresh baked bread.

I am wearing…black shorts and a teal t-shirt.

I am creating…nothing but what’s essential…I’m telling you, my energy is consumed by our outdoor playtime…the sun, the wind, the heat…it just depletes me. 

I am reading…The Mission of Motherhood by Sally Clarkson.

I am praying…the rosary of healing with a CD by Dana and Fr. Kevin Scallon.  When Mom first gave me the CD, I dismissed it thinking I didn’t need any healing, but I wanted to be able to say I had listened to it, so I listened to it.  And I am so thankful I did.  It’s not so much a rosary of physical healing as it is a rosary of healing the soul…and we all need healing for our souls. 

I am hearing…Joseph singing Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious for the millionth time…he’s so entertaining to watch and listen to! 

One of my favorite things…Sundays with Daxson.

Here are some pictures I thought worth sharing…

Joseph has finally conquered the slide.  It took a few months to warm up to the whole idea, then a few more months to sit at the top of it, then a few more months to look down it, a few months of holding a hand to go down, and finally, a year after seeing a slide, he’s going down it…by himself.