Homebody
I don’t know what got me thinking about this subject. Maybe the idea of travel and this suitcase. (Isn’t the name American Tourister the best?) The luggage was an event all by itself.
I don’t know what got me thinking about this subject. Maybe the idea of travel and this suitcase. (Isn’t the name American Tourister the best?) The luggage was an event all by itself.
Look at my face in this picture (I’m on the left.) That is the expression of someone feeling very blessed to know her own child. (Watchman Trail, Zion Park, Utah)…
I had intended to write something about God changing His mind for this post. Pretty hefty topic and I don’t think I’m up to the task, so I’ll just say…
Join me on my trip to Iceland, a dream since I was in 12 grade geology class. There are lots of fun clips, landscapes, and some Icelandic yarn and knitting too.
I think it all started with the Fisher Price record player. You know, the one that played: “Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone?” Later, I had one like this….
My first car had an eight track player. So, I stuck homemade mix tapes into an adapter that stuck into the eight track player and bounced up and down as…
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I'm a homebody myself and can completely relate. I grew up in a home with a lot of shouting, and breaking furniture and dishes, then grew up and married someone with the same characteristics. When I finally left that chaotic mess and met the husband I have now, I so appreciate having a peaceful married life. Some may say it's boring, but I know the real definition. Yeah, sometimes I wish I was more social, but it's just not me. And that's okay. I have learned to accept me for who I am. Sounds like you have, too. Have a good weekend!
Thank you, Gail. I'm so glad you've found the peaceful life you deserved. Creating that kind of home is a joy for you and a blessing to your husband. Also, our children need quiet time at home and to learn to amuse themselves and "be still" some to be healthy.